WINE AND GATES
Making Spit With Virgin's In Mind
the revolution turned into stone
the way to lips of ivory notions
the talk of curiousity to atone
the which in the wayward wind said heaven sinned
pay for the flute
comes the voice of a stout sea captain
we are all a little on the verge of doom
we are all the rather in the other of a laugh or cry happening
salt makes an excuse
we are the toward, the life of will's in the first behalf
of a common toe in the glue
where is your children if we sell the world a perhaps
in the sea eating fish
in the dreams of harlots to garner a mention
in the way of an oncoming wish
in the ley of a superiority to think things a sinch
horror's we forgot, and the tooth of clandestined spirits
are you ready for daddy's or mommy's kiss, you fickle little snot
we tamed the lion of hell, with a surprised whits
but the language of corrusion came, as if by lot...
or the time of simplicity to love
the walk with jaundiced men or women, suggests the blood of many
but few will notice the common grace it took, to be simply begun
the reach of honor, and humility, as if we were not, the lord of any
the way to lips of ivory notions
the talk of curiousity to atone
the which in the wayward wind said heaven sinned
pay for the flute
comes the voice of a stout sea captain
we are all a little on the verge of doom
we are all the rather in the other of a laugh or cry happening
salt makes an excuse
we are the toward, the life of will's in the first behalf
of a common toe in the glue
where is your children if we sell the world a perhaps
in the sea eating fish
in the dreams of harlots to garner a mention
in the way of an oncoming wish
in the ley of a superiority to think things a sinch
horror's we forgot, and the tooth of clandestined spirits
are you ready for daddy's or mommy's kiss, you fickle little snot
we tamed the lion of hell, with a surprised whits
but the language of corrusion came, as if by lot...
or the time of simplicity to love
the walk with jaundiced men or women, suggests the blood of many
but few will notice the common grace it took, to be simply begun
the reach of honor, and humility, as if we were not, the lord of any
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Making Spit With Virgin`s In Mind
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