WINE AND GATES
sunshine and done dying (euphamism)
born to bananas
thorn in the swine
horn of hellish dilemnas
morn of the times
said to a beach, in love with ours and hours of calm
my nimble fingers reach for thy throat
the age of trevail has a pondering of qualm
this angry future is an urging boat
would you kiss me for a passion?
if my name turned out to be "authority"
when your fame is a fruit that sought the light lasting
as if we both have the sense to completely honour the ability
i thought so...
none of the rest of wind and worth is known to thee
except the kiss of hold
perhaps you should come with me to your family
your father is a good patron of the all together
your mother is a fate of women to consider the heart of need
your brother is a quiet face with a moment to mend there
your sister is a religion of knocks and stones, as if we breathe
and then their was the sun
with its bough of beauty made, the riches of courage to delve into wisdom
as if to say, "i am the middle of now, many forms to strength have i begun"
"this is the hour of simplicity, and we are all one"
thorn in the swine
horn of hellish dilemnas
morn of the times
said to a beach, in love with ours and hours of calm
my nimble fingers reach for thy throat
the age of trevail has a pondering of qualm
this angry future is an urging boat
would you kiss me for a passion?
if my name turned out to be "authority"
when your fame is a fruit that sought the light lasting
as if we both have the sense to completely honour the ability
i thought so...
none of the rest of wind and worth is known to thee
except the kiss of hold
perhaps you should come with me to your family
your father is a good patron of the all together
your mother is a fate of women to consider the heart of need
your brother is a quiet face with a moment to mend there
your sister is a religion of knocks and stones, as if we breathe
and then their was the sun
with its bough of beauty made, the riches of courage to delve into wisdom
as if to say, "i am the middle of now, many forms to strength have i begun"
"this is the hour of simplicity, and we are all one"
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sunshine and done dying (euphamism)
sunshine and done dying (euphamism)