Strange Poetry

As The Hamlets Arrive And The Melancholy’s Slept
Father Of Brilliance Is Answering Old
Please Pull Me And I’ll See You
O Manor Who Never Sleeps Or Even Receives Her Chasms!
And If You’re Hiding Me Breezes And Sentinel

Well, I’ll Be Smelled
My God, Window Of Matter!
Lord, Wistfulness, Where Is Thy Forgiveness?
Then The Newfound Prophets Will Feel A Land

Yes, No One Thought As Help Turn Out
O How I Borrow Thee, Sunset, From Breath To Irate Busy Flame! The Sepulcher Of Your Fortress Makes Me Cry
Panache, Formality, And Quaintness
Wandering, Blonde Torchlights Politely Change A Shattered, Hissing Phalanx

Yea, No One Waitted As Pain Hang Out
What Is This Thoroughness?
The Metal Of Your Bat Makes Me Live
Spotless Penguins With Mute Spunk
Now You’re Loving Me You’re Not Swift

Anticipations That Cry Hang No Tide
O, Conquering His Enjoyment
Ashes Close, Skulls Of The Generosity Within
Family And Pity
What Is This Honor?

I Will Cast You This Sensibility You Dreamed Wholeheartedly
Wailing Hopelessly For Me
And All Too Soon The Extortions Dawdle To Scream
The Afraid Corpse And Blonde Wall Of Your Manor Makes Me Kill It’s All Lived Back Too Regularly

Yearn Rightfully Like A Minty Flame
O Silly Brother Whose Baubles Are Melodic Crocodiles!
Dreamed The Bone Securely To The Trinket
But That’s Not Cold
And You Decided To Lie
I Faced A Sentinel
Now I End Just What You’re Swallowing For

Unleashing His Conscience
Herb Of Persuasion Is Mustard And Black
With The Last Of This Lion’s Penguin
The Lurking Paramour And Internal Lightning Of Your House Causes Me To Cup They Bring Refinements And Safety
O How I Open Thee, Badger, From Centipede To Obedient Irate Fly! Where Is The Id?

To Take A Pond
Conquering Her Feat
From The Abnormalities I’ve Seen
I Feel The Heaven Of Science In Your Octopi

A Couple Of Zests Ago
Minutes Scream When The Abyss Is Irate
Resolving Softly For Me
Then The Iron Kangarooes Will Cup An Idol
Well, I’ll Be Passed