WINE AND GATES
Stupidity in the worm of virtue just took a bite
well, insipid, forthright to lividity
the talk of the burnt, broken into pieces, turned to rape
the pages of a horrorifying book, scent of divinity
the truth be told, in forms greater than the taste...
we tell the clouds:
here is your pretty coin of virtue
the traitor of solitude, and his seed proud
will never touch our minds; even, Eve, aids, Adam and his tooth
drink from me, lonely in the night
the walls of fortitude that bespoke your meagerness
is here, with me, in the lock of might
sweet epiphany to the treasure of heeds that guess...
the stomach of suggestion, via the worm of would
the salt of heresy in our midst, for the riches of anguish, we know...
theires of how, have their sense in our hand, for the luck of could
we are the teachers of symmetry as the world would owe
how is the creature of the sky ever more than the passion of mine?
the walk of good through the times of our hences as we are
the thread of causes great enough to live for, by the searching of libertine...
the treachry of now is with us in the form of war
the talk of the burnt, broken into pieces, turned to rape
the pages of a horrorifying book, scent of divinity
the truth be told, in forms greater than the taste...
we tell the clouds:
here is your pretty coin of virtue
the traitor of solitude, and his seed proud
will never touch our minds; even, Eve, aids, Adam and his tooth
drink from me, lonely in the night
the walls of fortitude that bespoke your meagerness
is here, with me, in the lock of might
sweet epiphany to the treasure of heeds that guess...
the stomach of suggestion, via the worm of would
the salt of heresy in our midst, for the riches of anguish, we know...
theires of how, have their sense in our hand, for the luck of could
we are the teachers of symmetry as the world would owe
how is the creature of the sky ever more than the passion of mine?
the walk of good through the times of our hences as we are
the thread of causes great enough to live for, by the searching of libertine...
the treachry of now is with us in the form of war
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Stupidity in the worm of virtue just took a bite
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