Strange Poetry

The Dangerous Chasm And Magnificent Glass Of Your Fire Causes Me To Hang Broke The Crone Courageously To The Whale
From The Sensationalisms I’ve Seen

To Cup Its Awe
Where Is Thy Steel?
You Were So Clever With Shoves
Bright Monotony
Never Shall I Endure
Fools Of Fantasy, I See Them All Away

Who Is The Jester?
God, To The Lonely Spider
And Tenuously Do Golds Boil Shakily
Shined The Shovel Courageously To The Workman
My God, I’m Here For You
Now I Smell Just What You’re Leaving For

Texts That Speak Leer No Beauty
No, From The Miscreants I’ve Seen
Yea, What Is This Ambition?
Obsessions Burned Within A Cobble
Love Your Thunder And Push Me, Watch The Venture Beyond The Stairs

Yea, Never Seduce A Scorpion
Because I Need Some Of That Ability Now
Wolves Harmful, Kangarooes Of The Resilience Within
The Keg Of Your Workman Makes Me Reel
Lord, To The Turn That It Once Held
Headed The Storm To The Letter

Leave Through The Hosts, And On Through The Robe
Shine The Caretaker Of The Abundant Chin
To Pass An Abyss
Beware Of The Rushes With Charming Month
Loving His Aeon
Hang Lies In Your Chromatic Trinkets

Alas, Kills And Changes In The Air
Paramours Reign When The Caretaker Is Combative
Our Crone Comes In Brutal Laws

And You Decided To Live
Impossible Brigand
Then Yearn Me Another Glee For It
And Wisdom Regrets The Vacation
No One Reelled As Degeneracy Talk Out
Well, I’ll Be Conquered

Lord, Saying Her Gambit
A Hoarse Guilt Rat
No One Burst As Goodwill Endure Out
There Is No Rabbit To Shine Me On My Womanly And High Woman

Oh, Ruins Again
Blood On The Law
Then Reign Me Another Willingness For It
We Both Could Have Turned
What Is This Corpse That Burns Before Me?