WINE AND GATES
Whoa, Even Got A Napkin Time...
timed like an egg
the fusion of futures contempt
is a season far and out the liberty of a tongue to wag
just see to the curses, they say, like a limp
but a herald of semblances has a needy moment in the panic
this is the regular offender of simplicity we have seen
to be this side of hell and its abstainment tragic
they complete the stare of infinity to regard the neglect of the keen
cool or drool
the symbol of anger for the mention is still a platonic Jonah
the stimulation of a brief stilled and still beating heart of designs and tools
has the way paved to question the beginning of now, the songs of the sky
people anger easily
kin make threats of an untimely nature
superiority is thought just beastly
inferiority is chosen, for a weather that has run its course, were
hats off, a widow of the land will say
even marriage wants to know, what is the matter with the truth
a finished meal, and their attendant curfew of utensils away
the pride of the day is in the way we cope, not the church of remnants of hope
the fusion of futures contempt
is a season far and out the liberty of a tongue to wag
just see to the curses, they say, like a limp
but a herald of semblances has a needy moment in the panic
this is the regular offender of simplicity we have seen
to be this side of hell and its abstainment tragic
they complete the stare of infinity to regard the neglect of the keen
cool or drool
the symbol of anger for the mention is still a platonic Jonah
the stimulation of a brief stilled and still beating heart of designs and tools
has the way paved to question the beginning of now, the songs of the sky
people anger easily
kin make threats of an untimely nature
superiority is thought just beastly
inferiority is chosen, for a weather that has run its course, were
hats off, a widow of the land will say
even marriage wants to know, what is the matter with the truth
a finished meal, and their attendant curfew of utensils away
the pride of the day is in the way we cope, not the church of remnants of hope
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Whoa, Even Got A Napkin Time...
Whoa, Even Got A Napkin Time...
