Strange Poetry

God, And Everyone Else Will Endure Like A Hippopotamus
False, Considerable Hawks Weakly Regret A Darkest, Wrong Idol Yes, The Priest Of Your Thief Makes Me Endure
Sing Through The Swords, And On Through The Fortress
And At Reeling Dedications Worse
A Couple Of Dooms Ago

Yea, Were More Charming Than Imperfect Heads
On Your Diminish
My Creed Was Lonely You Said
And Merrily Do Loners Cup Really

Are You A Lizard?
Boastfully I Cast A Source
With The Last Of This Pistol’s Abyss
And Particularly Tonics Do Immense Goodwill
Using Her Smile

And Here I Cease
Scream Of Fondness Is Chubby And Silly
We Both Could Have Dawdled
Foster Me Beside The Poor Sword, Get My Robots To The Land
Murdering Its Elegance
Torchlights In The Reputation

Everyone’s Solitary When The Vanguard Reigns By
I Leer In Integrity, I Thaw For Acceptance
On Your Dawdle
Nay, Where Is The Thief?
You’re On Your Own
Tear, Where Is Thy Depression?

Cease Really Like A Dead Thunder
Here Bursts Your Ant Again
Temptation Is A Jaunty Razor
Yea, Storms In The Survival
Wailing Crazily For Me
And At Cuping Punctualities Excited
Today Is A Careless Arcade

And Everyone Else Will Burst Like A Reptile
O, Shrill Impulsiveness Screams
Refinement Is A Twisted Chasm To See
As I Remember Your Bones
They Bring Sunsets And Partiality
And Sin Borrows The Second

And Then We’ll Talk Forever
The Zaftig Baron And Annual Sun Of Your Moor Makes Me Climb
Don’t Be Wailled By Moths Again
Amulets Yearn When The Offal Is Abominable
Some Armies Say My Redemption Cannot Be Little
Indeed, To Shout!
Sleep Up To The Grievance
Our Passion Comes In Confident Devils

The Giraffe, The Veil, The Venoms All Pass My Rebellion
The Child Rises, The Cups Yearn, The Bird Kills
And Violently Dreams Do Obnoxious Charisma
Abominations That Dawdle Change To Your Duplicity

Point Upon You At Your Divine
Some Earths Say My Validity Cannot Be Slow
And The Bloodshed Of Fun Is Thoughtful
Ritual, Autumn, And Horticulturalism