WINE AND GATES
Harder By The Dust, Not The Mustard
tin walled up, to smile at crosses
the range of voice, is memory a dream in the end
till we similarly take the journey, all at earn or losses
the watch of need is common to the kin
the bread in my hand...
the tale of tooth and the guilty of let
is your bride of justice the regular sin of the sand?
where is my breath?
time immoveable
time with a rhyme to tell
time with a semblance of a cold
time with a secret to, well
knowing the care it took...
thinking but the beauty of guidance through a whiter storm of the pain...
like the prayer in between here, heaven and who'd...
the very smell of a composure in the name...
we sell it like we mean it
the thread of injustice is ours, for a calmer hence
this is the road to fruitions lips
can you remember the nuance of liberty in the want
the range of voice, is memory a dream in the end
till we similarly take the journey, all at earn or losses
the watch of need is common to the kin
the bread in my hand...
the tale of tooth and the guilty of let
is your bride of justice the regular sin of the sand?
where is my breath?
time immoveable
time with a rhyme to tell
time with a semblance of a cold
time with a secret to, well
knowing the care it took...
thinking but the beauty of guidance through a whiter storm of the pain...
like the prayer in between here, heaven and who'd...
the very smell of a composure in the name...
we sell it like we mean it
the thread of injustice is ours, for a calmer hence
this is the road to fruitions lips
can you remember the nuance of liberty in the want
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Harder By The Dust, Not The Mustard
Harder By The Dust, Not The Mustard
