WINE AND GATES

Terror From A Bolt Of Lightning

the worst we were
in humour of vanities on the side of a mirror
mete and the levity of concise breeds of men and women, a cure
for hypnosis in the sink, we tell the world to be an ounce of fear

sweet is the turn of another cheek
the reach for prophecy and the terror of conscience
is ours for the price of war and urges meek
the lucre of love seems to be prescience

if you have a story to tell , now is the time
a prayer to courses in blind rivers, themes
of honor to give ahead in a rhyme
remember the gaeity, remember the demons

the walk of energy in the grace of guaranteed pride
the lion of verges with a vague lip of a chance, the nye of now
the riches of curses in the cancer of walls and waiting snide
if you are a money, where are your shoes if a think how?

still the bell toll's
the work of damned fruit and the share of seamly sour who
the cause of war has come and gone, the birth of pain to know all's
kiss and be, says the devil, but yet i remember you


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