WINE AND GATES
A Bird That Whistled At The Moon
frequently, i curse the day of wan
the road to non, or the sense of but
the acrid refrain of reality to vaguely kick of a can
is wholely the vertigo one instills in the rigor of knowing the cut
of misery, is the limit of strangeness in the way we were
the cult and can of curiousity to find the way to a best
as if we were the bone to pick of theirs
the sincerity of motive is with those that can abridge the time of lest
the way is indeed well known, except never named
for dust or destiny in flames of truth or lies
the way with a world at brazen things should, the culture of some and samed
this time, this crime, is the try of night
awaken not, or duty will show you a murder in the nose of God
awaken do, the reach of means to an end will have you for the means of evil
awaken lot, and the love of your life will be a preached idiocy, to value a face for odd
awaken who, as the wishes of candor have danced in your head, and even sin will
by the time, we are a future to behold
the lacking risks of courage and its homage to honor
is with us a step, and perhaps further if found in a heart of gold
think awoke, and you have the specie of gain and glamour
the road to non, or the sense of but
the acrid refrain of reality to vaguely kick of a can
is wholely the vertigo one instills in the rigor of knowing the cut
of misery, is the limit of strangeness in the way we were
the cult and can of curiousity to find the way to a best
as if we were the bone to pick of theirs
the sincerity of motive is with those that can abridge the time of lest
the way is indeed well known, except never named
for dust or destiny in flames of truth or lies
the way with a world at brazen things should, the culture of some and samed
this time, this crime, is the try of night
awaken not, or duty will show you a murder in the nose of God
awaken do, the reach of means to an end will have you for the means of evil
awaken lot, and the love of your life will be a preached idiocy, to value a face for odd
awaken who, as the wishes of candor have danced in your head, and even sin will
by the time, we are a future to behold
the lacking risks of courage and its homage to honor
is with us a step, and perhaps further if found in a heart of gold
think awoke, and you have the specie of gain and glamour
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A Bird That Whistled At The Moon
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