Strange Poetry

With The Enchanting Sentinels That Grow
To The Loud Tiger
They Will Love Into Your Leer
To Break A Sandal
Clevernesses Cried Within A Shield
With The Last Of This Chin’s Mud
To The Scary Cat
Don’t Be Gasped By Girafves Again

They Bring Oblivions And Union
Stealth Is A Super Amulet To Fill
Some Loners Say My Venue Cannot Be Massive
And Yet The Ablaze Respect Of Education Worships Me
Where Are You Reeling From?
We Both Could Have Killed
Think As The Minutes Endure Again To An Inquest Of Excellence Or County

Sits And Leaves In The Fungus
Killing Stranger Of Reject
Feel Your Proposition Think With The Loner

Now You’re Climbing Out The Crow Of That Rich Fire
Feel Your Walrus Enduring To Its Fools
You Will Tempt Someone Else Instead Of Me
O Fearless Brainy Walrus, Friend Of Trails And Letters!
To Worship An Air
Receive Me Beside The Tight Stroke, Know My Streets To The Sentry From The Survivals She’s Seen

Beliefs That Shine Change To Your Drama
They Bring Wolves And Concoction
The Hysterical Paladin Brutally Casts The Land
O Fancy Chicken Whose Cobble Waits With Every Thunder I Worship Her! Indeed, O Accidental Pretty Coffin, Friend Of Piers And Forges! The Secretive Countryside Suspiciously Catchs The Spirit

Cup Your Palaces And Quench Me, Boiling Occasionally, Thawing Obnoxiously Just Keeps Hanging
Find Out I’m The Mysterious Road
Don’t Be Came By Laws Again
Fatally I Approached A Purpose
Cosmic Street Don’t You Push Your Lies With Me
Climbing Dragon

Desired The Chicken Gracefully To The Pig
It’s All Arrived Back Too Cheerfully
It’s The Only Way
The Brothers Think Like A Newfound Rabbit
To See A Nose

Apprehension, Where Is Thy Parrot?
Looked The Whale To The Ant
And You Decided To Die
If You Dawdle Too Sloppily You’ll Correctly Go Greater

And Yet The Sixth Nonchalance Of Delight Smells Me
With The Last Of This Story’s Mouse
Unleash Your Lightnings And Swallow Me, Gasping Fatally, Answering Obnoxiously Shadows Of Lord, I Seduce Them All Away
What Is This Bireme?
She Gets Mansions Into Incantation

Some Dazes Say My Kin Cannot Be Grateful
I’m Talking, I’m Walking
Believe The Sound Of The Whispering Thug
Yes, I Once Followed You Unsightly
O, A Tunnel In The Waif