WINE AND GATES
Famous dragons answer a boot...
flowers for an old man
have sat upon the doorway of God for an eternity
these sensations of purity and the guard of can
were we a savior of semblances that cured a love's infirmity
the languor of supremacy
as we owe, own, the tarry of culture
are you certain to know the laugh of immediacy
so many days, so many were
bitter roots never seen, or obscene
the life of waters is common enough for a smile to prosper
but should we, well, turn the wind on a kind?
try the hand of God here, literally the noteworthiness of a handsome passion for there
how many times have i tried to live in the docile light
how many times have i tried to kiss the kharma of life
how many times have i tried to send the dread to pride
how many times have i tried to mend the way of strife
so much, for the riches of wood and the curse of happenstance that came
never mine, but a reason i drew for the lot of surety
this is my decision, that reality of voices come and gone, is nothing but the game
here to be in my fist, like a riddle from this way to that, purity
have sat upon the doorway of God for an eternity
these sensations of purity and the guard of can
were we a savior of semblances that cured a love's infirmity
the languor of supremacy
as we owe, own, the tarry of culture
are you certain to know the laugh of immediacy
so many days, so many were
bitter roots never seen, or obscene
the life of waters is common enough for a smile to prosper
but should we, well, turn the wind on a kind?
try the hand of God here, literally the noteworthiness of a handsome passion for there
how many times have i tried to live in the docile light
how many times have i tried to kiss the kharma of life
how many times have i tried to send the dread to pride
how many times have i tried to mend the way of strife
so much, for the riches of wood and the curse of happenstance that came
never mine, but a reason i drew for the lot of surety
this is my decision, that reality of voices come and gone, is nothing but the game
here to be in my fist, like a riddle from this way to that, purity
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Famous dragons answer a boot...
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