WINE AND GATES
Modern Unction Continues Kind (wind chins)
reason with a mirror
the tart end of history is a question?
that much we dealt a card to fear
does a heraldry have a heathen's blessing?
in the panic of duty that made us laugh at when push comes to shove
the ruse of role reversal in the naked
was a chance to live in the limelight of love
is a muscle in the east of eden sacred?
were you born here to a rainbow?
does the chance of a butterfly's kiss have the sense to own?
could a shrill voice in the night show you how to walk, with allow?
is the fate of history yours for a kindness that comes as low?
we talk in the rain, and the days grow short
the hidden glass of sobriety, forgot you in the haze?
found lips of causes certain to know, have you remembered war?
time is on your side, the reach of another day...
does God have a life of his own?
was the mercy of anon the work of a host to give?
can the reason of wills that marred the conscience, know the reality of come?
as we did, so is the sunshine said
bread will be a stone to throw, if you but are honor's hate
read will be a cold shoulder to turn into fruit, if you die here
eden will be a candor of ghosts, if you but are close to wisdom's sate
adam will be a psyche onto life, if you but know the truth of were
poor was the day the world was born
any soul worth their shadow is a metal known
purpose is a language onto itself, like the tooth of love to warn
sleep is your reward, until the days of patience have come
the tart end of history is a question?
that much we dealt a card to fear
does a heraldry have a heathen's blessing?
in the panic of duty that made us laugh at when push comes to shove
the ruse of role reversal in the naked
was a chance to live in the limelight of love
is a muscle in the east of eden sacred?
were you born here to a rainbow?
does the chance of a butterfly's kiss have the sense to own?
could a shrill voice in the night show you how to walk, with allow?
is the fate of history yours for a kindness that comes as low?
we talk in the rain, and the days grow short
the hidden glass of sobriety, forgot you in the haze?
found lips of causes certain to know, have you remembered war?
time is on your side, the reach of another day...
does God have a life of his own?
was the mercy of anon the work of a host to give?
can the reason of wills that marred the conscience, know the reality of come?
as we did, so is the sunshine said
bread will be a stone to throw, if you but are honor's hate
read will be a cold shoulder to turn into fruit, if you die here
eden will be a candor of ghosts, if you but are close to wisdom's sate
adam will be a psyche onto life, if you but know the truth of were
poor was the day the world was born
any soul worth their shadow is a metal known
purpose is a language onto itself, like the tooth of love to warn
sleep is your reward, until the days of patience have come
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Modern Unction Continues Kind (wind chins)
Modern Unction Continues Kind (wind chins)
