WINE AND GATES
worth the flags and the bearer of news (bullrushes)
must we pervade the curious butter
the thread of common sophistication is a wake of control
that is a logic onto itself, simple and utter
the role of victory is a meld of a terror in a wool
simplify the pie
in here, we eat the stake of an oddity to table
the tread of someplace alone, and the ache of denial
is a quaint enough purpose to know a kill
tense to the life of an angry turn of evidence
into the style of compliment in the gage of unity
the care of semblance has become the dance
of ridicule of insiduos vanity
show us the truth
we will show you the child of crassness
made a power unto the liberty of jude
passion has a face to insist
are you a walking disease?
the road to infirmity is a levity to the throat of complication
will you be, the conscience of gain in the yeast?
resistance to the point of breeds of life's implication
a day with forward with a shrewd shoe of intellect
been, the care of sincerity and the patience of virginity
is we a halo of sour regard, to keep in the prayer of irony elect?
with a turn of the corner, we are an aloof thought of similarity
the thread of common sophistication is a wake of control
that is a logic onto itself, simple and utter
the role of victory is a meld of a terror in a wool
simplify the pie
in here, we eat the stake of an oddity to table
the tread of someplace alone, and the ache of denial
is a quaint enough purpose to know a kill
tense to the life of an angry turn of evidence
into the style of compliment in the gage of unity
the care of semblance has become the dance
of ridicule of insiduos vanity
show us the truth
we will show you the child of crassness
made a power unto the liberty of jude
passion has a face to insist
are you a walking disease?
the road to infirmity is a levity to the throat of complication
will you be, the conscience of gain in the yeast?
resistance to the point of breeds of life's implication
a day with forward with a shrewd shoe of intellect
been, the care of sincerity and the patience of virginity
is we a halo of sour regard, to keep in the prayer of irony elect?
with a turn of the corner, we are an aloof thought of similarity
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worth the flags and the bearer of news (bullrushes)
worth the flags and the bearer of news (bullrushes)
