WINE AND GATES
simply, that egg was a chore
quick to decide
left in the middle of the road
history warmed to the sight
of a nearby toad
stupidity is here to stead
the say of whiches that fear the most
here is a cool smile in the tread
we have judes of pence to host
with hands of fire
the car returned
here is a little book on the matter
the age of urges has the sense to collect a worm
passion is a lost cause to the defiler
if sense was the key to the door
perhaps the hill is a host of hungers
that beseach the strength of misery on the matter
so what is evil?
unpatience
for we all have legs to carry us to the next arguament to settle
this bright idea of shame and the share of gayness...
is brought to you by the work of an angel
the torrid will have their way, like the sheep that presses for a shadow
you are the living testimony of life's bell
the other, the right to reasons that commit to liberty as own
left in the middle of the road
history warmed to the sight
of a nearby toad
stupidity is here to stead
the say of whiches that fear the most
here is a cool smile in the tread
we have judes of pence to host
with hands of fire
the car returned
here is a little book on the matter
the age of urges has the sense to collect a worm
passion is a lost cause to the defiler
if sense was the key to the door
perhaps the hill is a host of hungers
that beseach the strength of misery on the matter
so what is evil?
unpatience
for we all have legs to carry us to the next arguament to settle
this bright idea of shame and the share of gayness...
is brought to you by the work of an angel
the torrid will have their way, like the sheep that presses for a shadow
you are the living testimony of life's bell
the other, the right to reasons that commit to liberty as own
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simply, that egg was a chore
simply, that egg was a chore
