WINE AND GATES
Burnt To A Crisp By A Lover...
red for the feast of a head
grey for a culture in plain that has the beckoning of the sane
purple for the liberty in sand that made us a heark of lead
yellow for a song that made us a greater mark then pain
dragons of the colors of life
the ward and the word to the wise
is metal enough of a tongue to describe the history of a knife?
the honor it took to love and to despise...
with but a kiss
the call of sincerity is a synchronous still
of the night of mystery and its wish
this is the service to anger and its ideal
children of hate and the argument of sated sides of sin
will, the love of versions of the rest of the truth in life
this is where to begin
this is where to listen to the rife
one last note, to a simple eye in the belly of the land:
yours are the common curse of violation and the are of summation we abhore
the cant of try and the heart of should , to have by dissuaded hand
is know more...
grey for a culture in plain that has the beckoning of the sane
purple for the liberty in sand that made us a heark of lead
yellow for a song that made us a greater mark then pain
dragons of the colors of life
the ward and the word to the wise
is metal enough of a tongue to describe the history of a knife?
the honor it took to love and to despise...
with but a kiss
the call of sincerity is a synchronous still
of the night of mystery and its wish
this is the service to anger and its ideal
children of hate and the argument of sated sides of sin
will, the love of versions of the rest of the truth in life
this is where to begin
this is where to listen to the rife
one last note, to a simple eye in the belly of the land:
yours are the common curse of violation and the are of summation we abhore
the cant of try and the heart of should , to have by dissuaded hand
is know more...
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Burnt To A Crisp By A Lover...
Burnt To A Crisp By A Lover...
