WINE AND GATES
Asking Lightning For Food (potatos and tomatos)
need is nothing
neglect is ignoring
never is naivete
no is boring
questioning a mistake in the mouth
the truth to be found, the penny for the around
these angry stares, to give as proud
is the work of a damned allowed
but beauty, put to pony
where is winning but an eclectic ear?
tarseus, tomorrow, in the toilet, with a toe to knee
can you conquer the world with an ounce of juice, fear...
sung society, such to sincerity
what have we said to the lips of worth
ought with a final stand for individuality
we select the snake over a rich mans birth
they eat their sausages and custard...
they walk in the meadow gazing upon the dutys of other men, how resolute...
they sit on the chairs of fine woods and their lessons to be learned, ward...
they exchange their lies and justs of adventures so far, and never a son that could...
except for the tranquility of a misery passing
these days and the fury of tomorrow
we haven't the sense for sense lasting
wider than the wind, more excited than the scuffle of a borrow
but does God remember our time, the needs of now?
such a wild accusation for an intruder of peace not with standing
the collect of hands and the protect of feet, come to the place, with a new toe
even the wishes of the well bred have to be stout and uncanny...
neglect is ignoring
never is naivete
no is boring
questioning a mistake in the mouth
the truth to be found, the penny for the around
these angry stares, to give as proud
is the work of a damned allowed
but beauty, put to pony
where is winning but an eclectic ear?
tarseus, tomorrow, in the toilet, with a toe to knee
can you conquer the world with an ounce of juice, fear...
sung society, such to sincerity
what have we said to the lips of worth
ought with a final stand for individuality
we select the snake over a rich mans birth
they eat their sausages and custard...
they walk in the meadow gazing upon the dutys of other men, how resolute...
they sit on the chairs of fine woods and their lessons to be learned, ward...
they exchange their lies and justs of adventures so far, and never a son that could...
except for the tranquility of a misery passing
these days and the fury of tomorrow
we haven't the sense for sense lasting
wider than the wind, more excited than the scuffle of a borrow
but does God remember our time, the needs of now?
such a wild accusation for an intruder of peace not with standing
the collect of hands and the protect of feet, come to the place, with a new toe
even the wishes of the well bred have to be stout and uncanny...
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Asking Lightning For Food (potatos and tomatos)
Asking Lightning For Food (potatos and tomatos)