WINE AND GATES
Black Eyes and Back Yes (evil sees your knee)
awake, sudden storm over the land
well with a song of truth and form to know
the liberty in a care is from us, the hand
as we are sweet, the light of dissuasion has made own
that thirst of comeliness
the walking of lions and the trying of youth
as we are a half of needs many heirs to the throne of life know as a bless
is a work in fashions unknown, except for the yearning of unique couth
this is the days of our gives
life and the age of redemption that has the curiousity of vantages
we are here to live, the bystanders of sin
know the reach of our limit of since, like a light to add since to the worlds rages
rage is indeed the word to be had
the likewise of merriment and the mercy of culmination in final duress
is a swallow of causes greater by habit than odds of the sad
guess and your misery will be met
but know this, said a bold prophet once
to honor the cold horror of war, is a luck onto its own soul
the blessing of wishes, obviously will be questions of dragons
the meter and the mire of demand, its own prophet of a fool
quietly we enter a new day
the shrill agony of our predecessors was a means to an odious end
the thread of vagueness to show for, any misery in the way
will be a cult of orders, until the world sees it all, amen
well with a song of truth and form to know
the liberty in a care is from us, the hand
as we are sweet, the light of dissuasion has made own
that thirst of comeliness
the walking of lions and the trying of youth
as we are a half of needs many heirs to the throne of life know as a bless
is a work in fashions unknown, except for the yearning of unique couth
this is the days of our gives
life and the age of redemption that has the curiousity of vantages
we are here to live, the bystanders of sin
know the reach of our limit of since, like a light to add since to the worlds rages
rage is indeed the word to be had
the likewise of merriment and the mercy of culmination in final duress
is a swallow of causes greater by habit than odds of the sad
guess and your misery will be met
but know this, said a bold prophet once
to honor the cold horror of war, is a luck onto its own soul
the blessing of wishes, obviously will be questions of dragons
the meter and the mire of demand, its own prophet of a fool
quietly we enter a new day
the shrill agony of our predecessors was a means to an odious end
the thread of vagueness to show for, any misery in the way
will be a cult of orders, until the world sees it all, amen
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Black Eyes and Back Yes (evil sees your knee)
Black Eyes and Back Yes (evil sees your knee)
