WINE AND GATES
thread and the life in a cold sack
more than else
the reach of something greater has followed thee to the top
worth the grandeur we instill, a bell
has lived longer than thee, for the reason of a noble sought
the strange have a cold stare for thee
the right end of a bold cough to hip and to square
the life in a monied tree...
the spice of a courageous fit of care
washing the day out for limes
the sun knew a hearty plan that befit the senses
savage and born to heed, this is the stone of passion that rhymes
my name is important only to me, the land ends
curiousity brewed in the land
the role of supremacy and the ache of hunger in the face
of a champion to corner the shame of can
this power we take for granted, is indeed a sin's pace
might is indeed the stone , in which we seek
night is indeed the honour, in which we each
sight is indeed the cause, in which we peek
light is indeed the cure, in which we reach
not,never,null,and nothing
fell in love here, like a sword that fewed the wind for life
we know it as a history glowing
with the energy of a unity, by rights...
the reach of something greater has followed thee to the top
worth the grandeur we instill, a bell
has lived longer than thee, for the reason of a noble sought
the strange have a cold stare for thee
the right end of a bold cough to hip and to square
the life in a monied tree...
the spice of a courageous fit of care
washing the day out for limes
the sun knew a hearty plan that befit the senses
savage and born to heed, this is the stone of passion that rhymes
my name is important only to me, the land ends
curiousity brewed in the land
the role of supremacy and the ache of hunger in the face
of a champion to corner the shame of can
this power we take for granted, is indeed a sin's pace
might is indeed the stone , in which we seek
night is indeed the honour, in which we each
sight is indeed the cause, in which we peek
light is indeed the cure, in which we reach
not,never,null,and nothing
fell in love here, like a sword that fewed the wind for life
we know it as a history glowing
with the energy of a unity, by rights...
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thread and the life in a cold sack
thread and the life in a cold sack