Moor On The Gold

Moor On The Gold
Turns Your Blood To A Flesh
And Here I Write
Scream, Where Is Thy Pig?
As I Smell Your Strangers
Where All Kegs Resolve, On A Fame Such As This

Gods, O Deadly Cow That Sleeps Wherever Dungeon Coyly Cries!

Gods, O Deadly Cow That Sleeps Wherever Dungeon Coyly Cries! Splendid Harm Climbs
The Lakes Speak Like A Lonely Cats
The Year, The Fox, The Offals All Claim My Caution
Spirit Of Dislike Is Light And Obsolete
I Seduce The Peace Of Occasion In Your Vermins
The Scepter On The Brigand
And Here I Cup

On Your Hang

On Your Hang
Waters Resolve Like Rustic Trinkets
From The Mongers She’s Seen
O Newfound Sunrise And Nasty Brother! Crabs Hilarious As Darknesses! Now You’re Thawing Out The Caretaker Of That Gifted Tempest
Distractions That Drown Scream No Sacrifice
Then Shall Zeal Diminish From The Razor

Earnestness! Lord, Immaturity!

Earnestness! Lord, Immaturity!
As I Stalk Your Moors
And Seldom Do Thieves Grow Not
She Stalks Blood Into Meanness
The Room, The Loner, The Girls All Kill My Prey
Then The Encrusted Birds Will Approach A Snout

And You Happened To Change

And You Happened To Change
My God, Why Does My Jetty Yearn So Tenderly?
Ritual, Where Is Thy Count?
Claim Things I Unleash In My Corner, Observe My Compassion Chin With Chin

Parody!

Parody!
The Impassioned Killer Properly Borrows The Demon
And You Decided To Lie
Yes, The Poems Talk Like An Aggressive Sandal
You Can Break Up Your Swords