WINE AND GATES
rebel with the odds
truth be told
the language in a handful of tongue
is a sweet enough reason to hold
the times to a soul, among
we see the rights of vintage liberty
ready to question the stress of violences
in a powerful stare of history
many have found the voice of chances
been in a light
with a nose thumbed in the direction of cause
even the weakest martyr of suggestion's might
may have the heart to conceive of the start, by odd's
this much we know
the rigors associated with going out about the news of the world
is problem enough to come and go
but in a step of insight, we all have the sense to see to the universe
then on the tip of the tongue
we remember the start of something better
cache of sanity, sense fo the callous, even the switch of the cunning
we have words to follow to the letter
the language in a handful of tongue
is a sweet enough reason to hold
the times to a soul, among
we see the rights of vintage liberty
ready to question the stress of violences
in a powerful stare of history
many have found the voice of chances
been in a light
with a nose thumbed in the direction of cause
even the weakest martyr of suggestion's might
may have the heart to conceive of the start, by odd's
this much we know
the rigors associated with going out about the news of the world
is problem enough to come and go
but in a step of insight, we all have the sense to see to the universe
then on the tip of the tongue
we remember the start of something better
cache of sanity, sense fo the callous, even the switch of the cunning
we have words to follow to the letter
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rebel with the odds
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