WINE AND GATES
Can be stunning, the sight of a common war
addled or juice
we tell the roost of guile to be
this is the pride of a rued
history
show up for the common weal
the truth be told in our labor, of an armpit
this is the crutch of a zeal
welfare and rapid kisses on the cuff of whits
poignancy took over at this point
my measure for smiles of the strange and the rhythmatic
this is the tell tale whisper of God's joint
clean the rise of ides that make liberty sick
but the courtesy of ages intervened
we are the room of doom, in the cause of a greater eye
know the wind of the matter, for a soul to lend
this is the threat of gall's in the fist of a lie
all, this and the puke of a generation
made to live in the rhymes of gains we thought a greater shoe
this heart of deception, though given as a joy's inclination
is a ward of sincerity's death, the kind of sense brought to you
we tell the roost of guile to be
this is the pride of a rued
history
show up for the common weal
the truth be told in our labor, of an armpit
this is the crutch of a zeal
welfare and rapid kisses on the cuff of whits
poignancy took over at this point
my measure for smiles of the strange and the rhythmatic
this is the tell tale whisper of God's joint
clean the rise of ides that make liberty sick
but the courtesy of ages intervened
we are the room of doom, in the cause of a greater eye
know the wind of the matter, for a soul to lend
this is the threat of gall's in the fist of a lie
all, this and the puke of a generation
made to live in the rhymes of gains we thought a greater shoe
this heart of deception, though given as a joy's inclination
is a ward of sincerity's death, the kind of sense brought to you
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Can be stunning, the sight of a common war
Can be stunning, the sight of a common war