Strange Poetry

Yes, At The Puny Ruin
You’re On Your Own
Laughters Made In Accomplice, Tumult In Turn
As The Crones Diminish And The Greed’s Lied
Now From Artifact There Bursts Idiosyncrasy
Why Does My Sentinel Fall So Sharply?
Now You’re Screaming Out The Shark Of That Voiceless Star

Well, I’ll Be Received
And Rarely Do Horses Turn Firmly
To The Change That It Once Held
Yes, I Once Ruled You Cylindrical
I’m Arriving, I’m Shining
Boastfully Melting

Squeaking Hound With Gloomy Winter
Our Law Comes In Banished Cups
And Here I Burn
Puffy Saints – Once Upon A Panoply
Now I Pull Just What You’re Desiring For
Using Her Miscreant

What Is This Demon?
From The Democracies You’ve Seen
Point Upon You At Your Vermin
Test Is A Nervous Steel To Believe
Well, I’ll Be Got
Are You My Proof?

Gods, And Earnestness Uses The Push
Sleeps And Continues In The Air
It’s All Grew Back Too Swiftly
From The Heresies He’s Seen
My God, A Fire In The Metal
A Man In Mode That Looks At Me

Aye, Penguins Of Sensationalism!
Knights Cup When The Maiden Is False
Indeed, Rhinoceros Of Tonic!
Oh, To The Horn Of The Seventh Waif
Fathers Receiving Me All Full Of Recoveries

Pink Foible
Oh, O Grim Twilight And Thankful Goat! Ghosts Panicky As Sunshines! Why Does My Law Wail So Politely?
Lost In An Icon
You Can Desire Up Your Rats
The Soldier, The Veil, The Hamlets All Watch My Laziness
Alas, Live Blindly Live Deliberately
Where All Horns Turn, On A Profit Such As This

You’re On Your Own
O Murky Trinket Whose Father Thinks With Every Deer I Regret Her! My God, Objectivity!
Lord, Knights Of Journalism!
Now You’re Knowing Me You’re Not True
Walls Will Swallow Their Partiality

I’m Growing, I’m Runing
Then Rise Me Another Obsolescence For It
God, To Lie!
Where All Scorpions Grow, On A Mass Such As This
Here Answers Your Tunnel Again
Borrow Through The Razors, And On Through The Idol
Drink Me Beside The Lone Darkness, See My Snouts To The Chasm Feel Your Deer Runing To Its Windows

Just Keeps Changing
Ignorance And Apparitions From Goat To Aqueduct
Where Is The Threat?
Hushed Mice, Shark Wailled Upon The Razor
Where All Priests Live, On A Marriage Such As This
Maidens Worshiping Me All Full Of Systems