WINE AND GATES
Reach for the stars, and earn the rage of ages
history loved to love you
the bird of paradise says hello
with a kiss, we know liberty to be due
thank you, death was a hell to own
the right side of somewhere
the left sigh of candor, to know milk
apples and reach, the terror of mere
this is the tradition of what philistine
are we blood before a knowing lord?
the clay of and the north to let dragons say
this is the purile, huh, the purile to keep a word
that image in levity, is an accord of the dead
candor and the right to a key
with but a neither to see, the lengths we save
is a religion of martyrs and the ache of a demon
we have love to guest the nature of a history gave
does this marvel of sincerity scare you to the bone?
like a head in the sea, we marvel at the sanity of the land
with a mother, to show the consideration of money
the turn of concensus to secure the thought of shame
does this smell like hair?
even a clock of wishes will tell the time
we are the burden of cancer
come with a song to the table, for memory makes loving rhyme
really
the babel of longevities showed us a rigor for more
if walls and halo's are a stealing
that thief cries for a wish in the wind, notice the foreign
are you a legend of mortal castes, classic was a heraldry...
the turn of type into a liberty is with us once more, to fuse
the grace it took to know individuality
is a devil in a box, the image of a lamb to ruse
that king is an angry angel
that queen is an oughting fury
that peace is a wishing hell
that nation is about to fall, with hurry
and then the beauty of the land became myth
with a tangency to dwell in the same light as you
we hurt, the direction of futures to keep the wisdom of with
as we need the naked, are you bade to loving, the crass to who?
know a means to an end, for the rhyme of yet and days did
we tell the life of saints and the perhaps of could to begin not
with a turn of reasons care, and the half of a seer of the hid
wish for a bloody eye they will tell you, like love learned to ought
the bird of paradise says hello
with a kiss, we know liberty to be due
thank you, death was a hell to own
the right side of somewhere
the left sigh of candor, to know milk
apples and reach, the terror of mere
this is the tradition of what philistine
are we blood before a knowing lord?
the clay of and the north to let dragons say
this is the purile, huh, the purile to keep a word
that image in levity, is an accord of the dead
candor and the right to a key
with but a neither to see, the lengths we save
is a religion of martyrs and the ache of a demon
we have love to guest the nature of a history gave
does this marvel of sincerity scare you to the bone?
like a head in the sea, we marvel at the sanity of the land
with a mother, to show the consideration of money
the turn of concensus to secure the thought of shame
does this smell like hair?
even a clock of wishes will tell the time
we are the burden of cancer
come with a song to the table, for memory makes loving rhyme
really
the babel of longevities showed us a rigor for more
if walls and halo's are a stealing
that thief cries for a wish in the wind, notice the foreign
are you a legend of mortal castes, classic was a heraldry...
the turn of type into a liberty is with us once more, to fuse
the grace it took to know individuality
is a devil in a box, the image of a lamb to ruse
that king is an angry angel
that queen is an oughting fury
that peace is a wishing hell
that nation is about to fall, with hurry
and then the beauty of the land became myth
with a tangency to dwell in the same light as you
we hurt, the direction of futures to keep the wisdom of with
as we need the naked, are you bade to loving, the crass to who?
know a means to an end, for the rhyme of yet and days did
we tell the life of saints and the perhaps of could to begin not
with a turn of reasons care, and the half of a seer of the hid
wish for a bloody eye they will tell you, like love learned to ought
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Reach for the stars, and earn the rage of ages
Reach for the stars, and earn the rage of ages
