WINE AND GATES
The Earthworm, With Dirt In Its Whine
confused by the odour
as with a small mind, is the regular time
tongue and pestle, the catch of war
in the ear of misery, have you killed for a rhyme?
which is with, the turn of a coat of reason
to season in love or in the shade
the touch of sense is with us a little further, glee is own
the patience of pass that makes you insane in hate
click with the comment of a rancid rainbow above the land
the taste of agony and its partner in life, warfare
is your hand so subtle that you don't notice the caste of fantasy
these paths of conscience and the aches of heraldry to know the flesh of care
like the devil in the marriage you adore
the work of edges of yours, have the sense to know the ground of curses
the turn of consideration into a lamb of wishes in the lord
the truth in final kisses, that makes the needs of charisma to keep, worsens
toilet or total ineptitude, to the burden of kind to get
the luck of water and the mastery of business unseen
is yours for a guile of wraiths and ghosts of the body let
ever eat one with a language on the table, babel and been
a bush without a name, for your running everything
litte is the time provided, do you remember the name given to me in the newer rain
reign with the meat, if you know the coward of continance that makes this, sing
esoteric was a choice in the press of mercy in the rest of the pain
and then there was, a love in the land, to take the hand of kindness
and then there was a wish for mercy on the behalf of the moon, noted
and then there was, a catch of throat that knew the turn of blinding less
and then there was a fish for must that has the reality of a kiss, hoped
as with a small mind, is the regular time
tongue and pestle, the catch of war
in the ear of misery, have you killed for a rhyme?
which is with, the turn of a coat of reason
to season in love or in the shade
the touch of sense is with us a little further, glee is own
the patience of pass that makes you insane in hate
click with the comment of a rancid rainbow above the land
the taste of agony and its partner in life, warfare
is your hand so subtle that you don't notice the caste of fantasy
these paths of conscience and the aches of heraldry to know the flesh of care
like the devil in the marriage you adore
the work of edges of yours, have the sense to know the ground of curses
the turn of consideration into a lamb of wishes in the lord
the truth in final kisses, that makes the needs of charisma to keep, worsens
toilet or total ineptitude, to the burden of kind to get
the luck of water and the mastery of business unseen
is yours for a guile of wraiths and ghosts of the body let
ever eat one with a language on the table, babel and been
a bush without a name, for your running everything
litte is the time provided, do you remember the name given to me in the newer rain
reign with the meat, if you know the coward of continance that makes this, sing
esoteric was a choice in the press of mercy in the rest of the pain
and then there was, a love in the land, to take the hand of kindness
and then there was a wish for mercy on the behalf of the moon, noted
and then there was, a catch of throat that knew the turn of blinding less
and then there was a fish for must that has the reality of a kiss, hoped
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The Earthworm, With Dirt In Its Whine
The Earthworm, With Dirt In Its Whine