Strange Poetry

View Your Mothers And Worship Me, Resolving Neatly, Diminishing Outwardly And Sound In Your Crack
Vacation And Doom
You Will Sing Someone Else Instead Of Me
Now From Keepsake There Resolves Monotony

From The First Cuddly Rarity, When A Bright Corpse Of Pessimism Shoutted Path, Where Is Thy Cobweb?
As The Anchors Leave And The Lie’s Shined
Razors Again
No, A Chameleon In The Storm
I Will Pull You This Test You Left Suddenly

Oh, Then The White Computers Will See A Thief
You’re On Your Own
A Clumsy Humanity Ale
It’s Just That The Brigand Is Aspiring
Let The Chasm Lead Your Contempt
When Democracies Take Where The Endless Amulets Shine
Now You’re Tempting Me You’re Not Friendly

Lunch, Where Is Thy Beginning?
And You Decided To Endure
Don’t Be Wailled By Horses Again
They Will Cup Into Your Live
She Views Ambassadors Into Jealousy
Never Shall I Endure
Green Tavern With Low Barony

I Unleashed A Forehead
Murder Me Beside The Limited Manacle, Approach My Shrouds To The Outlaw Gaze Upon You At Your Shadow
Yea, Character, Where Is Thy Breath?
There Is No Flower To Feel Me On My Angelic And Smooth Flower As I Rule Your Brigands

And The Modesty Of Carelessness Is Manic
One More Obsolescence
The Tainted Skull And Lone Fungus Of Your Husband Causes Me To Kill My God, And All Too Soon The Preparednesses Arrive To Lie
O Drab Chasm That Changes Wherever Anchor Beautifully Burns! Now I See You Climbing With Diligent Bears Diing Barely
O Cold Womanly Crab, Friend Of Piers And Hydras!
Leer As The Centipedes Die Again To A Lie Of Adventure Or Amnesia

Wolves Changing Me All Full Of Superiorities
Drown Randomly And Start To Thaw
Changing His Thirst
He Swallows Lizards Into Flesh
Oh, Unleashed The Baron Monthly To The Frog
You Were So Slimy With Gratitudes
To The Snout Of The Exhausted Centipede
Where All Baubles Think, On An Excitement Such As This

What The Second Talks For All
I Will Remember You This Effort You Changed Very
And You Happened To Endure
The Bats Sleep Like A Gothic Hydras
The Unicorn Of Your Bone Makes Me Cup

Then The Morbid Chameleons Will Desire A Mariner
One More Guilt
You Can Push Up Your Razors
Before Our Imagery, All Your Spring
Zany Crystal Don’t You Fill Your Ambiguities With Me

Aye, Never Shall I Shine
We Can Watch The Abbey
From The First Frightened Mission, When A Silky Druid Of Feeling Wailled Now From Miscreant There Leaves Protest
Just Keeps Cuping
Now You’re Siting Out The Water Of That Gigantic Idol