WINE AND GATES
So, Does Money Eat Honey In The Rain?
into the void
by an armoire of pain
they chance the tale with a peeking hold
of seclusion is a rage to vain
a box without a name for chances garden
the rope to hoist up the tree of life
an angry bee, to festoon about its new home, the wind
is no place to consider the act of honor to pipe
fish will be in season, a reason to insist on pace
the art of heed, to give ahead of the lines at the race
the sagery of wishes, for delicious nuts and the cream of haves
the treachery of suppose, on this cause of justice's face
bullocks and the tea of disharmony aside
we see the island of nativities like we meant it in the beginning
as per the temptation of a cloud that once sat upon our door step, far and wide
the reach of souls into the box - has the effect of sinning
powder, do you love me like the rest of the world does, for destiny
we have a courage in our hand, the occult of remnancy and the fancy dress of purity
wealthof weal is my sense, can you see the dissuasion of should in my decency
can you see the riches of vantage that made me love you, like a vow's charity
guarantees of homage, is certain to deliver a meal before you
the road to unction and the verve of causes to glorify in the navel of change
are yours for a keep, the time are a sensation of must and due
thank you for a worth of sigh's and instancy of conscience to strange
been a lucky dog, the notion of survival to acclaim the law
been a curious cat, the throw of light on the sense of wishing for the right
been a quaint duck, the nourishment of surreality to come, for the least and the odd
been a clever snake, the role of rods and reversal of cope that makes us a ley's might
fate, are you a little penny for the temple of clarity?
as we would, the barriers of power and prestige, shouldn't
care of mete and ply of energy's came to those in needs of disparity
ages ago, the whole of means for a day was with us like a dragon mocked...
but blood will be a champion, of service to the ideal
of redemption foretold, like the safety of a common flower in the nature of the storm
can a creature of creation to taste the charisma of cares heal?
was this poor lip of rememberance, the salt before the cause of the worm?
by an armoire of pain
they chance the tale with a peeking hold
of seclusion is a rage to vain
a box without a name for chances garden
the rope to hoist up the tree of life
an angry bee, to festoon about its new home, the wind
is no place to consider the act of honor to pipe
fish will be in season, a reason to insist on pace
the art of heed, to give ahead of the lines at the race
the sagery of wishes, for delicious nuts and the cream of haves
the treachery of suppose, on this cause of justice's face
bullocks and the tea of disharmony aside
we see the island of nativities like we meant it in the beginning
as per the temptation of a cloud that once sat upon our door step, far and wide
the reach of souls into the box - has the effect of sinning
powder, do you love me like the rest of the world does, for destiny
we have a courage in our hand, the occult of remnancy and the fancy dress of purity
wealthof weal is my sense, can you see the dissuasion of should in my decency
can you see the riches of vantage that made me love you, like a vow's charity
guarantees of homage, is certain to deliver a meal before you
the road to unction and the verve of causes to glorify in the navel of change
are yours for a keep, the time are a sensation of must and due
thank you for a worth of sigh's and instancy of conscience to strange
been a lucky dog, the notion of survival to acclaim the law
been a curious cat, the throw of light on the sense of wishing for the right
been a quaint duck, the nourishment of surreality to come, for the least and the odd
been a clever snake, the role of rods and reversal of cope that makes us a ley's might
fate, are you a little penny for the temple of clarity?
as we would, the barriers of power and prestige, shouldn't
care of mete and ply of energy's came to those in needs of disparity
ages ago, the whole of means for a day was with us like a dragon mocked...
but blood will be a champion, of service to the ideal
of redemption foretold, like the safety of a common flower in the nature of the storm
can a creature of creation to taste the charisma of cares heal?
was this poor lip of rememberance, the salt before the cause of the worm?
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So, Does Money Eat Honey In The Rain?
So, Does Money Eat Honey In The Rain?
