WINE AND GATES
An Angel With Tradition In A Comb
direction to oppurtune eyes
in my hair, is the laugh of common sense
where are you to be, the offense is one to thrive
on the atone i offered for completion of limits
songs from a harrowed lip
the thread it took to know heaven, is with us but a pace
for around our souls is a unmistakeable fire to live
that promises new consciences of time, as if we were meant a place
but evil does exist
the breed of causes found aloof to the need of could
where we are meant, we are a feeling mixed
that given the naked eye of destiny in kind, will show the reason of who'd
the tangibility of service, the poise of common weal
has a knife that says the riddle of mercy as well as hell
what of salvation shall know the dour of charisma, have the distinction of odd, and rages ordeal
the answer is in the wind still
a tried and true defense?
the logic of waiting for the future suggests the taint of order is in rows
a throe of edges will see only what is meant to be suspense
saving a time for reason will hold, the account of virtue in gold
panic and patience a way
the threat of pains observation will have to be
the actions of need and the compunction to heed, moments of causes to stray
will give unto many, the risks of survival, that know the lucre of justice to keep
in my hair, is the laugh of common sense
where are you to be, the offense is one to thrive
on the atone i offered for completion of limits
songs from a harrowed lip
the thread it took to know heaven, is with us but a pace
for around our souls is a unmistakeable fire to live
that promises new consciences of time, as if we were meant a place
but evil does exist
the breed of causes found aloof to the need of could
where we are meant, we are a feeling mixed
that given the naked eye of destiny in kind, will show the reason of who'd
the tangibility of service, the poise of common weal
has a knife that says the riddle of mercy as well as hell
what of salvation shall know the dour of charisma, have the distinction of odd, and rages ordeal
the answer is in the wind still
a tried and true defense?
the logic of waiting for the future suggests the taint of order is in rows
a throe of edges will see only what is meant to be suspense
saving a time for reason will hold, the account of virtue in gold
panic and patience a way
the threat of pains observation will have to be
the actions of need and the compunction to heed, moments of causes to stray
will give unto many, the risks of survival, that know the lucre of justice to keep
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An Angel With Tradition In A Comb
An Angel With Tradition In A Comb
