WINE AND GATES
Drears of Peace of Ages (Lies to Wish Upon)
dream your little dream
make your little bite of light
sweeten the tea of guile you found in the sea
remember the acts of chance we made to know the sight
dragon is a shoulder of luridity
the wage of symmetry in the yard of a king
taken to the north to find the lips of would that let need in a city
be the searching of risen suns and the mercy in the moon, we are but a thing
sovereignty
and the ache of wishes of virtue in the distraught mirrors men make
for the wages of redemption, and the care of necessity
this image is in my name only, unless my worth is fully Jacob
reality for a cost of a penny of blood
these and those of silly insanity, and the wish to make in the horizons was
poignancy and the art of honor on a backside, of a laugh of the jude...
this is the role of persuasion in the court of vaguery, even the dust has
since the bidden hair of toes and the woes of more than else
we took the world for a frosty reminder of common enough chance
the sense in a fist for the forthright is almost the care of wells
where the blind make the knowledge of cancer the power of witnesses to skin
begin with a roaming trumpet worth the chance of an odd day
the walk of worry in the bone of yesterday is a logic onto itself
the subtle love of walls and the grace it took to climb them, all the way
to a little voice in the dry land of our dreams: this is a soul to know loves health
we are the rigid day and night of courage for the sight of demands
doom and the demon of contigency offered, is a beautiful way to die
form to life in the shadows of reason, we account the needs to ants
of a ruse in the tradition of a where, with, which and why
the language of love, the merit it took to know us
is your face so many paces from the truth that you do not know the worth
if you are, if you do; the ley of worth have a dream fo your hold thus
this corner of the world is death...
make your little bite of light
sweeten the tea of guile you found in the sea
remember the acts of chance we made to know the sight
dragon is a shoulder of luridity
the wage of symmetry in the yard of a king
taken to the north to find the lips of would that let need in a city
be the searching of risen suns and the mercy in the moon, we are but a thing
sovereignty
and the ache of wishes of virtue in the distraught mirrors men make
for the wages of redemption, and the care of necessity
this image is in my name only, unless my worth is fully Jacob
reality for a cost of a penny of blood
these and those of silly insanity, and the wish to make in the horizons was
poignancy and the art of honor on a backside, of a laugh of the jude...
this is the role of persuasion in the court of vaguery, even the dust has
since the bidden hair of toes and the woes of more than else
we took the world for a frosty reminder of common enough chance
the sense in a fist for the forthright is almost the care of wells
where the blind make the knowledge of cancer the power of witnesses to skin
begin with a roaming trumpet worth the chance of an odd day
the walk of worry in the bone of yesterday is a logic onto itself
the subtle love of walls and the grace it took to climb them, all the way
to a little voice in the dry land of our dreams: this is a soul to know loves health
we are the rigid day and night of courage for the sight of demands
doom and the demon of contigency offered, is a beautiful way to die
form to life in the shadows of reason, we account the needs to ants
of a ruse in the tradition of a where, with, which and why
the language of love, the merit it took to know us
is your face so many paces from the truth that you do not know the worth
if you are, if you do; the ley of worth have a dream fo your hold thus
this corner of the world is death...
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Drears of Peace of Ages (Lies to Wish Upon)
Drears of Peace of Ages (Lies to Wish Upon)
