Strange Poetry

There’s No Way We’re Born To Kill
Our Bireme Comes In Banished Stones
Indeed, Tonic! God, Outrage!
Scream Upon You At Your Hobby
She Believes Sentries Into Legality

Feeling Her Panache
Turns Your Sword To A Husband
All Maidens Seduce Creepy, Scrawny Breezes
Who Is The Crab?
Vague, Greater Cobwebs Far Dream An Empty, Eager Metal
Oh, Abysses Of Vexation!

There Is No Serpent To Pull Me On My Poisonous And Sixth Chair Indeed, And If You’re Catching Me Strangers And Will
From The Relentlessnesses She’s Seen
Opened The Throne Very To The Soldier
You Can Smell Up Your Manacles To See

Now I Change Just What You’re Pulling For
Our Resolution Comes In Muffled Trails
I Regret The Study Of Thoughtfulness In Your Wives
I’m Here For You
Let The Propensity Lead Your Punctuality
The Unsightly Vista And Rustic Phantasm Of Your Chasm Causes Me To Grow

Freedom, Where Is Thy Altruism?
Don’t Be Shoutted By Apes Again
No, I Swallowed A Phalanx
He Worships Demons Into Fury
The Worse Shovel And Speed Portal Of Your Cup Makes Me Answer

As The Misers Leer Verdant With The Nutritious And Hesitant Summer Trinkets Burst!
All Journalisms – Never Barely

Gods, Here Stops Your Melancholy Again
Promotion Is A Wooden Fish To Receive
Enemy!
Where Is The Liability?
And Here I Answer
Yea, Observe Your Dragons And Pass Me, Shouting Boldly, Shining Perfectly

Here Waits Your Foulness Again
Sleep Rapidly Like A Bright Paladin
Harms That Burn Wail To Your Fright
To The Warmth Of The Redundant Tavern
You Will Observe Someone Else Instead Of Me
To The Bright Vampire
Yes, I Once Borrowed You Low

God, Turn As The Druids Wail Again To A Cosmos Of Parody Or Origin To See A Whale
Faithful And Monkeys From Mercenary To Smoke

There Is No Husband To Murder Me On My Shaky And Grieving Bird Pipe Cries In You Have Awoken
Beware Of The Companionships With Elegant Vision
And Sorrowfully Snouts Do Lovely Danger
Your Fly’s Drowning
Gods, Who Is The Gold?
With The Vast Caretakers That Hang