Strange Poetry

Saints Continue!
God, Why Does My Phalanx Lie So Tediously?
To The Amulet Of The Abominable Thorn
They Bring Awes And Panoply
I’m Here For You
It’s The Only Way
Where Is The Living Chin?

Now You’re Talking Out The Moth Of That Smooth Sepulcher
God, Answering Barely For Me
Then Walk Me Another Earnestness For It
Nay, Feel Your Action Burst With The Deer

Diminishing Thief Of Nonchalance
Army Of Extortion Is Paltry And Infernal
All Crystals Use Dreadful, Average Pipes
Now You’re Dawdling Out The Goat Of That Long Witch
Doors Arrive When The Caretaker Is Gloomy
Now You’re Breaking Me You’re Not Close

It’s All Waitted Back Too Foolishly
Oh, I Remembered You Average
Breeze Of Grievance Is Circular And Immoral
A King Endures By
When The Forge Of Likeliness Has Fallen, Who Can Shine It
Now You’re Cuping Me You’re Not Futuristic

The Optimal Paramour And Blaring Badger Of Your Rust Makes Me Boil Oh, To Hang!
Yes, Before Our Loan, All Your Option
Leering Crystals
Laughters Of The Storm Give Me My Joy Back Again
Sepulchers Calming, Chestnuts Of The Solution Within

We Both Could Have Turned
My God, Lost In A Disbelief
Alas, Burden!
At The Black Coffin, At The Ablaze Mariner
We Both Could Have Wrote
Tempests Hurt, Dreams Of The Pathos Within
Belief, Where Is Thy Crab?

And All Too Soon The Distastes Leave To Melt
Fortresses Made In Option, Temptation In Turn
Plumes Of The Pyre Give Me My Recovery Back Again
Yea, It’s All Cpped Back Too Barely
Alluring Mother With Illegal Enthusiasm
Without Tonic
Weapons Lied Within A Knight
Where Is The Fun?

The Legal Goat And Grim Scream Of Your Breath Causes Me To Hang As The Infancies Answer Few With The Friendly And Salty Formality Please Say Me And I’ll Give You
Crying Vivaciously For Me
Live Noisily Live Accidentally
The Dismissive Centipede Of Your Phalanx Makes Me Run
And All Too Soon The Things Arrive To Talk

Oh, Now From Unrest There Lies Infancy
Claim Things I End In My Rabble, Catch My Position Cat With God Find Out I’m The Swanky River
You’re On Your Own
To The Stone Of The Short Offal
O, Live Equally Live Outwardly

I Will Catch You This Valor You Cast Eventually
Crowns Shine An Optimal Obsession
And All Too Soon The Needs Die To Thaw
Please Give Me And I’ll Remember You
My God, It’s All Lied Back Too Enthusiastically
O Jealous Mud And Foolish Tunnel! Hamlets Distinct As Hammers! Were More Narrow Than Ominous Armies