WINE AND GATES
All Over Ashes To Ashes, Perhaps...
teeth in the laundry
with a cane, and a berry of futures prescience
we still the steam, the look of him at the quandry
does gun mean the name of history, in the way we conscience?
blood for a fruitful whistle
the awkward behest of a voice in black and crimson
does this smell like joys epistle?
the wage of heraldry has just begun...
with a smaller mind than the ought of lips have
with a song between the toes, one for each his guidances while
with a blessed bluiss of candor, that makes the nuance of bitterness gave
with the price of pride in his hand, most men make the queen a hill
she's of heroic past times
she's of hence and pence to give a bloody whens
she's of handsome likes that know the enemies rhymes
she's of again that saved the world for a penny in mind, like the wind...
angry, at delves and selves
the worth of common commotion of the carnal knowlege we see
is this role of causes great enough to be the hunger of hell
this is the rose, this is the steel look of he's
as a note of conscience should
the lovers of water and the where with all of waking the dread
shall, shrug, the breath of sugar...
is this dream of cooler kisses in the behalf of a sincerity made?
with a cane, and a berry of futures prescience
we still the steam, the look of him at the quandry
does gun mean the name of history, in the way we conscience?
blood for a fruitful whistle
the awkward behest of a voice in black and crimson
does this smell like joys epistle?
the wage of heraldry has just begun...
with a smaller mind than the ought of lips have
with a song between the toes, one for each his guidances while
with a blessed bluiss of candor, that makes the nuance of bitterness gave
with the price of pride in his hand, most men make the queen a hill
she's of heroic past times
she's of hence and pence to give a bloody whens
she's of handsome likes that know the enemies rhymes
she's of again that saved the world for a penny in mind, like the wind...
angry, at delves and selves
the worth of common commotion of the carnal knowlege we see
is this role of causes great enough to be the hunger of hell
this is the rose, this is the steel look of he's
as a note of conscience should
the lovers of water and the where with all of waking the dread
shall, shrug, the breath of sugar...
is this dream of cooler kisses in the behalf of a sincerity made?
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All Over Ashes To Ashes, Perhaps...
All Over Ashes To Ashes, Perhaps...
