WINE AND GATES
Just Had To Go, On The Ordinary
burden of an angels limits
on my tongue, tonight
the resting day, with its high spirits
showed us a livid word to be right
food for thought
in every bite, has a following of kinds...
was this letter to sophistication as good, as well, snot
the breath of identity begs, is this courtesy in gray a rhyme
silly feet with their own names
dance with us in the reserve of the land
here is your shined memory for west asnd the pout of ways
here is your purchase of wisdom, to know by a lover's hand
quick, thought a man once
what is the reality of a seeking sunlight?
more than a legend of daydreams and their night of dragons
we are the sollemn keep of could that made us a might
and sick we were
the tripe of sincerity made an avenue of cults and hurts of pain
the gun we recognize, the theory behind such and seer
has the cast of a shadow that was ours, until we know the sentience of came
hope and honor of summation to quell the heed
we situate ourselves in the corner, for a christ's sake
where is the lips of communication that made us a service to seeds
of miracles in gray rhythms and the reason of piety to voice for make?
on my tongue, tonight
the resting day, with its high spirits
showed us a livid word to be right
food for thought
in every bite, has a following of kinds...
was this letter to sophistication as good, as well, snot
the breath of identity begs, is this courtesy in gray a rhyme
silly feet with their own names
dance with us in the reserve of the land
here is your shined memory for west asnd the pout of ways
here is your purchase of wisdom, to know by a lover's hand
quick, thought a man once
what is the reality of a seeking sunlight?
more than a legend of daydreams and their night of dragons
we are the sollemn keep of could that made us a might
and sick we were
the tripe of sincerity made an avenue of cults and hurts of pain
the gun we recognize, the theory behind such and seer
has the cast of a shadow that was ours, until we know the sentience of came
hope and honor of summation to quell the heed
we situate ourselves in the corner, for a christ's sake
where is the lips of communication that made us a service to seeds
of miracles in gray rhythms and the reason of piety to voice for make?
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Just Had To Go, On The Ordinary
Just Had To Go, On The Ordinary