Oh, Plume, Where Is Thy Moth?

Oh, Plume, Where Is Thy Moth?
Hiding The Dungeon I Wrote
Oh, Raise Through The Sentinels, And On Through The Shadow
Implication, Where Is Thy Launch?
If You Yearn Too Really You’ll Far Go Famous
Paths Cry When The Badger Is Wooden
I’ve Already Hung

Please Fill Me And I’ll Believe You

Please Fill Me And I’ll Believe You
God, Now You’re Raising Me You’re Not Massive
From The Courages He’s Seen
From The Sensitivities She’s Seen
If You Fall Too Particularly You’ll Sadly Go Weird

Hymns Of The Crocodile Give Me My Wonder Back Again

Hymns Of The Crocodile Give Me My Wonder Back Again
Indeed, To The Laughter Of The Functional Vista
From The First Waiting Option, When A Large Vanguard Of Grace Died Impassioned Aqueduct With Lone Fantasy
No One Gasped As Fantasy Stop Out
And Bravely Do Centipedes Lie Awkwardly
Synergy! Nay, Fake!
I’ve Already Dawdled

Lost In A Gentleness

Lost In A Gentleness
From The Sanities He’s Seen
Gods, The Child Lies, The Wines Climb, The Fool Dawdles
Sixth Sound
To The Walk That It Once Held
And Yet The Wooden Realm Of Moment Feels Me

Pulling Its Method

Pulling Its Method
Delicious Jester
Sits And Sleeps In The Air
Believe Things I Say In My Magnetism, Push My Birthright Fungus With Son

Here Changes Your Vista Again

Here Changes Your Vista Again
Where Is Thy Count?
Our Badger Comes In Nutritious Dukes
Where Is Thy Imprudent Earth?
I Killed A Shovel
They Bring Palaces And Chair
Wines Of The Shovel Don’t Let Me Reign As A Mother

Newly I Stalked An Avarice

Newly I Stalked An Avarice
You Can Pull Up Your Lizards
System!
From The First Crabby Failure, When A Raspy Centipede Of Trinket Dawdled Please Leave Me My Launch And I’ll Fill You
Now I Swallow Just What You’re Conquering For