WINE AND GATES
a kiss without a tongue...
many names for nations under a heel
holy wards of the crazed healing
haven't and the ire of a single hair to notice, for a feel
wake the kids, we take the moon off the ceiling
the notion of succor, the throw of a stone
into the sea of commotions life
lips of courtesy and the age of home
think this bit a liberty's knife
with a meal before it...
named avarice, the sulk of curses
in the form of a languoring wit
the light of the dream worsens
one last note, says the treasure of causes in the gray morn
your appetite for gold, and the history of ides of could
was our fame, the need of curiosity and the face of harm
as you have guessed, is nowhere but in the blood
should we ever prosper at the end of a dry moment of sense
we grew the art of honor for the waking of mention
the levity it took, was a herald of an open mind, end to end
the moon asked for it all, as a gift of sedition
terror is an open ended arguament
left to those that have the sense to live in the greater necessity
where were you, when the life of such had the moment of guaranteed relent?
we are, the stoic and the stead of a said life, that knew impunity
holy wards of the crazed healing
haven't and the ire of a single hair to notice, for a feel
wake the kids, we take the moon off the ceiling
the notion of succor, the throw of a stone
into the sea of commotions life
lips of courtesy and the age of home
think this bit a liberty's knife
with a meal before it...
named avarice, the sulk of curses
in the form of a languoring wit
the light of the dream worsens
one last note, says the treasure of causes in the gray morn
your appetite for gold, and the history of ides of could
was our fame, the need of curiosity and the face of harm
as you have guessed, is nowhere but in the blood
should we ever prosper at the end of a dry moment of sense
we grew the art of honor for the waking of mention
the levity it took, was a herald of an open mind, end to end
the moon asked for it all, as a gift of sedition
terror is an open ended arguament
left to those that have the sense to live in the greater necessity
where were you, when the life of such had the moment of guaranteed relent?
we are, the stoic and the stead of a said life, that knew impunity
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a kiss without a tongue...
a kiss without a tongue...