WINE AND GATES
lent to wisdom for a fortnight, righteousness
meg was a rhythm
in the rich halls of surmiseal we have yet to let
the boast of a sunshine that knew the steps of wisdom
by the very throat we knew to be, we sought the ache of met
that torrid tap of justices blind spot
in a lap, to titilate the accursed method of meager hearts
then in misery's accompany, accompanied knot
the thread of distances to the liberty we knew for where the wind starts
benignness
and the heart of an actuality
the guidance of must in the cult of where with all, to the point of a bless
lost on a heresy's jude, the pride of punctuality
word's to enliven a yawn
as we are told by the torrid anew, this is the spring of our discontent
the acts of justice were to be a kind of song
that went like this, in no man's lament
mercy found me a traitorous eye
alive, to the quick with a moment to guile
i saw the truth, in the way we all have the reason to nye
and thought it a passion all the while
so, adjudication, where is the mete in the middle of some?
right here in my way, ready to exact an enriched fruit
are you ready, for the livid scream of order and its one?
are you ready for the rashness of a lip to suit?
in the rich halls of surmiseal we have yet to let
the boast of a sunshine that knew the steps of wisdom
by the very throat we knew to be, we sought the ache of met
that torrid tap of justices blind spot
in a lap, to titilate the accursed method of meager hearts
then in misery's accompany, accompanied knot
the thread of distances to the liberty we knew for where the wind starts
benignness
and the heart of an actuality
the guidance of must in the cult of where with all, to the point of a bless
lost on a heresy's jude, the pride of punctuality
word's to enliven a yawn
as we are told by the torrid anew, this is the spring of our discontent
the acts of justice were to be a kind of song
that went like this, in no man's lament
mercy found me a traitorous eye
alive, to the quick with a moment to guile
i saw the truth, in the way we all have the reason to nye
and thought it a passion all the while
so, adjudication, where is the mete in the middle of some?
right here in my way, ready to exact an enriched fruit
are you ready, for the livid scream of order and its one?
are you ready for the rashness of a lip to suit?
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lent to wisdom for a fortnight, righteousness
lent to wisdom for a fortnight, righteousness
