WINE AND GATES

Said Sophistication For A Song

brown to orders of knuckles
the world of a livid stead
is alive enough to swindle hell
this bit of courage is worth the head

like a famous panic in the news
we stay the tried and true
the age of horror of a need in the whose
the language of comment due

sore faces
the liberty in the light, has taken a bite
the praise of measure, in tight spaces
thank you for the image of the right

well's, of meager water
to live in the land of domains and the dominion of nye
the life of the hater
the life of the breed of a lie

sovereign, the take of the land will with a sorrow
the treasure of heaven to be asked for, even regretfully given
is a language of versus the issues of time to borrow
the best intent of curiousity, why the price of religion?

today is the swallow of guile that made you mad enough to know
the strange force of common justice, has come for the least of things
to predict the eaves and the through of woe
with a bless, the chaste will have beginning's...


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