WINE AND GATES
Morbidity at all costs, lost in an eye
by the nature of an orange
we have the stilled tongue of war
the force of consciences, however foreign
was not washed, the was will with the poor
a blashphemy of sides to come for the knowing
the richness of virtue is with us a step more
hatred at the fire, however glowing
is the simplest of things, the lips of open lore
the turn of cheek here is resounding though
the walls of valor show us all, the occult thorugh sore eyes
this is the deed of the dead, they will know the could for owe
thank you dreams and the nightmare of callous woulds, this is your cup of wine
pointless, to the point of power enthroned
or if you like, the courtesy of the knife
we are all who is here, the sorrow in lifes wound
and the pennys of heaven have a song, that begins with strife...
we have the stilled tongue of war
the force of consciences, however foreign
was not washed, the was will with the poor
a blashphemy of sides to come for the knowing
the richness of virtue is with us a step more
hatred at the fire, however glowing
is the simplest of things, the lips of open lore
the turn of cheek here is resounding though
the walls of valor show us all, the occult thorugh sore eyes
this is the deed of the dead, they will know the could for owe
thank you dreams and the nightmare of callous woulds, this is your cup of wine
pointless, to the point of power enthroned
or if you like, the courtesy of the knife
we are all who is here, the sorrow in lifes wound
and the pennys of heaven have a song, that begins with strife...
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Morbidity at all costs, lost in an eye
Morbidity at all costs, lost in an eye