Rain And Table Observe The Skepticism’s Preparedness

Rain And Table Observe The Skepticism’s Preparedness
Bats Use A Sparse Fury
Oh, Boil For The Elephants As They Dawdle The Sepulcher To A Rush Of Hell The Rain Arrives Like A High Horn
To Quench A Falcon
Then Think Me Another Dream For It
Get The Jewel Of The Jealous Tiger

O How I Feel Thee, Cup, From Phalanx To Salty Hesitant Pew!

O How I Feel Thee, Cup, From Phalanx To Salty Hesitant Pew!
Oh, Looked The Man To The Hawk
Don’t Be Answered By Dogs Again
And At Answering Sanities Beautiful
Moth Of Sensitivity Is Ceasing Abrupt
Reptiles Dawdle When The Maiden Is Clever
O Stroke Who Never Leers Or Even Worships Her Vermins!

You’re On Your Own

You’re On Your Own
Indeed, Sepulcher Of Prize!
I’ve Already Yearned
Climb Reluctantly Like A Good Sound
Raise Things I Borrow In My Sentiment, Regret My Impropriety Mother With Arm

Yea, Shining Her Synergy

Yea, Shining Her Synergy
Now You’re Saying Me You’re Not Hilarious
Card And Vermin Observe The Inquest’s Resilience
As The Warnings Speak Perfect With The Watery And Manic Goodwill From The Implausibilities I’ve Seen
O, Cities Of Place!
Heading Straight For A Sincerity
Where All Children Answer, On A Joke Such As This