WINE AND GATES
done gone and won the race
dead to fred
asking the price for whiskey
the point to limbs of steel and the iron of a head
is modest, does a pink lip come in the window frequently
the tale of simplicity
the night of demands and the range of virtue
does this remind you of a better story?
well, here's an ear that survived the till of treachery due
lock and load, murder the toad
look under the bed, and play all wet with said
lord over the angst, to get a quick look at the road
list the pains, and pray a service to an ideal doesn't cost ahead
succor with a gargoyle, gargling the sore
we tell the turn of cheek in the meadow of life's content
the sincerity of common fate is on the shore
thinking but the butt, we select the relent
what shall be?
does a handful of gaining sunshine have the sense to live again?
and the anger of a hand and its sweet, can they riddle of keep?
never a child, does this reason for a love smell like a stain?
powers that be...
the tooth of shallow liberty and the clash of waters so far in the rhyme
of a lip that says the question of causes greater than the key
perhaps the times...
asking the price for whiskey
the point to limbs of steel and the iron of a head
is modest, does a pink lip come in the window frequently
the tale of simplicity
the night of demands and the range of virtue
does this remind you of a better story?
well, here's an ear that survived the till of treachery due
lock and load, murder the toad
look under the bed, and play all wet with said
lord over the angst, to get a quick look at the road
list the pains, and pray a service to an ideal doesn't cost ahead
succor with a gargoyle, gargling the sore
we tell the turn of cheek in the meadow of life's content
the sincerity of common fate is on the shore
thinking but the butt, we select the relent
what shall be?
does a handful of gaining sunshine have the sense to live again?
and the anger of a hand and its sweet, can they riddle of keep?
never a child, does this reason for a love smell like a stain?
powers that be...
the tooth of shallow liberty and the clash of waters so far in the rhyme
of a lip that says the question of causes greater than the key
perhaps the times...
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done gone and won the race
done gone and won the race