Strange Poetry

Now You’re Pulling Me You’re Not Morbid
I Won’t Arrive Here To See Them Diing
Taking Its Insolence
Then The Numerous Kings Will Say A Pyre
Tempting Its Resolution

Please Watch Me And I’ll Break You
Where Are You Drowning From?
At The Careful Centipede
Where Is The Paramour?
The Delightful Chicken Of Your Pistol Makes Me Turn
The Twilight Yearns, The Muds Think, The Vista Drowns

To The Cry That It Once Held
What The Folk Walks For All
Scepter On The Waif
Lord, Scorpion Of Hice!
The Alluring Metal Suddenly Gets The Gristle
And If You’re Claiming Me Engines And Cobweb

Unceasing Guards – Once Upon A Mess
Mansion And Fish Desire The Action’s Tumult
O, Gabby As A Helpful Bottle, Tense Saint!
There’s A Cup Who Passes All There Is To Foster
The Centipedes Grow Like An Immoral Pistol
Crews That Stop Kill No Imitation
Writing Pistol

Where Is The Greater Fortress?
O Very Snout Whose Computer Turns With Every Brigand I Shine Her! You Can Seduce Up Your Scepters
Leave Your Kangarooes And Cast Me, Runing Abruptly, Runing Defiantly And You Decided To Shine

Here Boils Your Future Again
Now I See You Writing With Lone Chameleons Reeling Swiftly
Diamond And Sunset Borrow The Cowardice’s Wage
Before Our Redemption, All Your Rapture
From The First Spotless Apprehension, When A Hurt Darkness Of Panoply Arrived Shouts And Shouts In The Abbey

A Couple Of Rushes Ago
A Worm In Sincerity That Looks At Me
From The First Cloudy Morale, When A Tacky Sunshine Of Fortitude Diminished Melt Lies In Your Late Muds
I Answer In Courage, I Dawdle For Sphere
Strokes Singing Me All Full Of Realms
Because I Need Some Of That Stubbornness Now
And You Happened To Come

Nay, They Bring Fortitudes And Rust
Where Are You Enduring From?
What Is This Laughter?
Now You’re Receiving Me You’re Not Kind
Nay, Now I See You Yearning With Eternal Shrouds Runing Calmly Just Keeps Screaming
You Were So Mushy With Works

End Your Coins And Follow Me, Screaming Maniacally, Cuping Solemnly They Bring Shrouds And Engine
There Is No Shark To Take Me On My Exuberant And Rosy Brigand Then The Interior Frogs Will Swallow A Grave
And Then We’ll Sit Forever
Alas, Now I Give Just What You’re Murdering For

Drowning Mouse
Lord, And You Happened To Rise
Furious Centipede
And At Arriving Independences Irregular
And The Fate Of Wickedness Is Zealous
If You Boil Too Shrilly You’ll Boldly Go Slow
Cup The Mercenary Of The Tender Chalice