WINE AND GATES
A Cross, A Pause, A Toss, A Loss (A Horse...)
inches of metal in my name
are, and the act of water in mind
the road to differences of opinion, in same...
think the richness of reason in the rather of rhyme
the thief of bunnys and dad
do you remember the can in the road
it holds Israel, the quiet and the sad
ever the more faces of Babylon
we taught the dragons of misery to mere...
the rope of virtue in the steam of a lifetime was ready to guarantee...
inferior smiles for a music in the way, quite the seer...
of a lip in love with history...
the reach of a murderous leviathan into the night
we are the tell tale life of vows
the requiem of call and cause in lores of might
the chance with the frequent page to blow
borders and the ache of heresy at the door
with a pop, we tell the world to be
but where is the neglect of unity in the edge of geniuses, like sanity to be thorough
same old sincerity of some, that made the life of patience a heathen
the sea and the cancer of awkwardness that comes
like a distant cloth, in the wind
somtimes it is, the oil of conscience and its loves...
like the part of china and tin...
are, and the act of water in mind
the road to differences of opinion, in same...
think the richness of reason in the rather of rhyme
the thief of bunnys and dad
do you remember the can in the road
it holds Israel, the quiet and the sad
ever the more faces of Babylon
we taught the dragons of misery to mere...
the rope of virtue in the steam of a lifetime was ready to guarantee...
inferior smiles for a music in the way, quite the seer...
of a lip in love with history...
the reach of a murderous leviathan into the night
we are the tell tale life of vows
the requiem of call and cause in lores of might
the chance with the frequent page to blow
borders and the ache of heresy at the door
with a pop, we tell the world to be
but where is the neglect of unity in the edge of geniuses, like sanity to be thorough
same old sincerity of some, that made the life of patience a heathen
the sea and the cancer of awkwardness that comes
like a distant cloth, in the wind
somtimes it is, the oil of conscience and its loves...
like the part of china and tin...
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A Cross, A Pause, A Toss, A Loss (A Horse...)
A Cross, A Pause, A Toss, A Loss (A Horse...)