WINE AND GATES
crush of choices made
nature guided
have you a low and wise cold, the kind of thing that comes to who
how and the age of reverance that adjoined the world to snide
common berievement of the strange eyes that made us, a lip of could
serious bedfellows of a disjointed dream about the relaxing sky
the talk of humane emancipation of the honor of thieves
and the riches of handsome vengeances on display, all of asking why
the thought of nature is one to live in the shadows of another being
select chides of common curiosity
and the art of anger in our lap, that says the need of another moment
monstrosity is an avenging angel let upon the land for flames virtuosity
denye it and you will be caste as a soul on the verge of suicides lament
the choice is made
the chastity of cause we took for granted
is this side of wan, to be led to grace in the hand
the salt of the stare we made, is a sincerity now even and landed
smile and show it all
the account of reality in our way
was to be the truth of strange and varying visions of a fall
paid for by you and me, to save the ides of pain
have you a low and wise cold, the kind of thing that comes to who
how and the age of reverance that adjoined the world to snide
common berievement of the strange eyes that made us, a lip of could
serious bedfellows of a disjointed dream about the relaxing sky
the talk of humane emancipation of the honor of thieves
and the riches of handsome vengeances on display, all of asking why
the thought of nature is one to live in the shadows of another being
select chides of common curiosity
and the art of anger in our lap, that says the need of another moment
monstrosity is an avenging angel let upon the land for flames virtuosity
denye it and you will be caste as a soul on the verge of suicides lament
the choice is made
the chastity of cause we took for granted
is this side of wan, to be led to grace in the hand
the salt of the stare we made, is a sincerity now even and landed
smile and show it all
the account of reality in our way
was to be the truth of strange and varying visions of a fall
paid for by you and me, to save the ides of pain
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crush of choices made
crush of choices made
