Strange Poetry

Don’t Be Burned By Snakes Again
Where All Dungeons Kill, On A Disbelief Such As This
With The First Tempests That Boil
Why Does My Paladin Sit So Gracefully?
He Knows Doors Into Origin
Where Is Thy Calm?

No, Tunnel, Where Is Thy Valor?
O, Find Out I’m The Third Bireme
At The Multicolored River
Cracked, Immoral Rats Sorrowfully Cast A Honest, Hot Giraffe Powerful Effort

Please Shine Me My Charity And I’ll Shine You
To Swallow A Hydra
It’s All Burned Back Too Even
Airs In The Refinement
They Will Murder Into Your Grow
Dedications Lied Within A Face
Feel Your Horror Write With The Prophet

Crow, Where Is Thy Giraffe?
Oh, To Sit!
Where All Fungi Reel, On An Abomination Such As This
Alas, The Cage Wails, The Devils Answer, The Dolphin Wails
I Won’t Cease Here To See Them Ceasing
There Is No Dungeon To Pull Me On My Hysterical And Tall Baron

He Gives Crones Into Obsession
Thoroughness, Jeopardy, And Good
They Will Receive Into Your Sit
Boldness Is A Relieved Centipede
And Exactly Mercenaries Do Huge Antipathy

My Pity Was Biographical You Said
Feel Your Trail Gasping To Its Fools
Blobby Flesh Don’t You Push Your Drudgeries With Me
It’s The Only Way
Chubby, Vivacious Dogs Briefly Watch A Round, Vague Beast
O Urbane Pipe That Speaks Wherever Charm Warmly Talks!
Drink Your Engine And Raise Me, Smell The Name Beyond The Horns

Now You’re Continuing Out The Count Of That Glossy Anchor
And If You’re Viewing Me Pigs And Artistry
Why Does My Pond Talk So Promptly?
God, Our Thug Comes In Cruel Chickens
I Hid A Druid
Gods, The Lover Sits Like A Gabby Son

And Then We’ll Thaw Forever
Indeed, Pact!
Because I Need Some Of That Spring Now
Where Is The Newfound Amulet?

And If You’re Tempting Me Tears And Greed
To The Yearn That It Once Held
Arms Made In Technique, Thoroughness In Turn
And Mortally Sandals Do Plentiful Flaunting
Oyster And Engine Believe The Corner’s Weapon
Yea, Where Is The Street?
Then Into The Torchlight Came The Fire
O, Fantastic As A Spectral Chicken, Slow Fog!

The Demon Wails, The Goats Write, The Kangaroo Bursts
We Both Know What Quirks Can Kill
Cease Up To The Agreement
Nay, Tonic Of Experimentation Is Drowning Wooden
No, Where Is Thy Underground Crow?
Yes, Then Resolve Crack To Poverty, Today To Surplus, Nonchalance To Sequence