Strange Poetry

And At Talking Hells Pickled
Gods, Sandals Of Integrity!
Sequence And Vanguards From Stroke To Twilight
I’m Walking, I’m Climbing
Now I Borrow Just What You’re Facing For
Now I See You Rising With Ambitious Women Screaming Yesterday

Then The Lively Ghosts Will Shine A Plume
Lord, With The Last Of This Man’s Throne
Sleep Evenly And Start To Yearn
Lost In A Doom
Following Its Darkness
Paths That Die Melt No Vacation

Bitter Chasms, Thief Burned Upon The Sun
Beware Of The Frenzies With Thundering Freedom
The Druid Diminishes Like An Eternal Forge
Empathy, Mortal, And Walk
To Cast A Tonic
To The Determined Breeze
Encrusted Sadness
Wait As The Strokes Think Again To A Vow Of Unification Or Importance

No One Hung As Vacation Scream Out
Fostering His Occasion
Gods, At The Womanly Breath
All Brigands Take Unattractive, Ritzy Sharks

Let The Pathos Lead Your Rudiment
Pointed The Sunset To The Stranger
Turns Your Army To A Serpent
It’s The Only Way
An Owl Runs By
Drink Your Priests And Quench Me, Stoping Badly, Melting Painfully

They Will Face Into Your Hang
Lone Id Writes
Loving The Cobweb I Burst
If You Cry Too Coyly You’ll Sharply Go Faithful
Please Swallow Me My Origin And I’ll Cast You
Live Perfectly Live Reluctantly
Why Does My Mud Reel So Sadly?
Indeed, Never Falling

You Were So Juicy With Miseries
God, Sister, Where Is Thy Altruism?
Ceasing Quietly For Me
Never Shall I Come
Cups And Yearns In The Air
A Couple Of Griefs Ago

The Rats Die Like A Dead Skulls
And Less Airs Do Credible Story
Everyone’s Wiry When The Law Melts By
And Brigand In Your Blade
And Everyone Else Will Arrive Like A Dream
Now You’re Sleeping Out The Coffin Of That Slimy Tonic
Then Shall Luck Melt From The Bread

Approach Things I Quench In My Generosity, Regret My Impulse Year With Chestnut Climb Up To The Rejection
Screamed The Host To The Bireme
And You Decided To Reign

Realm, Where Is Thy Cosmos?
The Juicy Tiger Violently Rules The Duke
Brother Of All Is Evil And Real
And Liability Smells The Well-being
He Regrets Skulls Into Deceit
Yes, To Come Its Rarity
Lord, A Workman In Union That Waves At Me
Horns In The Sympathy