WINE AND GATES
Pitching Woo At A Flaming Cross
fear the son
fear the boast of bread
fear te quests of a dragon
fear the middle of the may of the head
does this mean we can't dance?
even the talk of titular devices of the anon..
have the sense to live in the way of instance
fear seems to be, the account of a blinded man, somehow wronged
pride has a lip for you
the quivering of salted minds and the milk of human kindness
is a glare of whether the contempt was a miracle in glue
the talk of nourishd lives, is an enemy that stole a bless
confusion and the ashes of need in our arms reach
the real, the intuition of misery is a wholey subject life
made for the rest of history to be, to each...
history and strife...
but the treason of can continues
limits of water to dwell in the nook and cranny of else
we can see the earth for the reason of peace, that is you's
just like ringing a bell...
fear the boast of bread
fear te quests of a dragon
fear the middle of the may of the head
does this mean we can't dance?
even the talk of titular devices of the anon..
have the sense to live in the way of instance
fear seems to be, the account of a blinded man, somehow wronged
pride has a lip for you
the quivering of salted minds and the milk of human kindness
is a glare of whether the contempt was a miracle in glue
the talk of nourishd lives, is an enemy that stole a bless
confusion and the ashes of need in our arms reach
the real, the intuition of misery is a wholey subject life
made for the rest of history to be, to each...
history and strife...
but the treason of can continues
limits of water to dwell in the nook and cranny of else
we can see the earth for the reason of peace, that is you's
just like ringing a bell...
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Pitching Woo At A Flaming Cross
Pitching Woo At A Flaming Cross
