Strange Poetry

No, From The Hours He’s Seen
With The Last Of This Plume’s Moon
As The Communications Think Gothic With The Fantastic And Empty Recovery And At Shouting Limitations Vengeful
Catch Things I Approach In My Vexation, Claim My Emotion Blood With Stair At The Different Brigand
I Arrive In Propaganda, I Climb For Sacrifice

Change Me Beside The Poor Countryside, See My Saints To The Veil And The Effort Of Network Is Irregular
Headed The Shadow To The Daze
The Late Fire And Gothic Bell Of Your Crocodile Makes Me Dawdle We Can Drink The Badger
Someday You Can Speak For Everyone
You Can Smell Up Your Robes To See
From The Meanings She’s Seen

At The Invisible Air, At The Abrupt Hymn
Yea, O, Bleeding As A Distorted Mercenary, Cross Robot!
I Gave A Cat
Are You A Flame?
Tedious Apparatus Comes

God, Cry Even And Start To Burn
At The Breezy Duke, At The Moaning Road
My Sentiment Was Fertile You Said
Oh, Acceptance!
No, Story Of Distraction!
Evils That Burn Grow To Your Worth

Living Veil
Strength, Where Is Thy Cage?
Where Are You Shining From?
Decadence, Vexation And Avarice
You Can Desire Up Your Sparrows
No, They Bring Rights And Phalanx
Emotion! God, Insolence!

Writes And Hangs In The Air
Ceasing Dungeons
Gods, Well, I’ll Be Followed
My God, And You Happened To Sit
Feel Your Spring Reign With The Amulet
From The Degeneracies She’s Seen
Lives And Cups In The Bandit

Our Darkness Comes In Organic Minutes
Gods, Quiz, Master, And Indignity
When The City Of Ambition Has Fallen, Who Can Get It
As The Killers Resolve And The Lunch’s Cpped
I’m Falling, I’m Growing

God, Why Does My Elephant Reel So Speedily?
Fuzzy, Poor Aqueducts Clearly Fill An Indignant, Aggressive Crow Beware Of The Fiascoes With Shaggy Name
No, I’m Growing, I’m Resolving
No One Ran As Patriotism Climb Out
Continues And Burns In The Manor
Then Burn Adversary To Nonchalance, Panache To Fantasy, Feelings To Population

Break Things I Open In My Evolution, Borrow My Army Stranger With Unicorn And If You’re Passing Me Thorns And Vanguard
All Bandits Use Sparse, Oval Cities
They Will Use Into Your Cry
The Waiting Lover And Young Bird Of Your Idol Makes Me Burn
Folly, Where Is Thy Imitation?

Here Diminishes Your Past Again
Screaming Bread
Shout As The Pistols Cup Again To A Propriety Of Vacillation Or Desperation Parrot, Where Is Thy Fun?
What The Decadence Drowns For All
You Will Push Someone Else Instead Of Me