WINE AND GATES
A Bite On The End Of The Knows...
anger over a leaf to chew
the rose in the copiously blinds weary eye
the toes at the version of existance best served with toast, do
the more in the mirror of senility to queer, a worthy sigh
tombs of wishy washy curses in the art
of a spit that combs the world for providence, of castes
sugar and methods unknown, for the requite of pains start
the mercy in the knee of vertigo, that would the mark of hastes
am i more alive if I select the right to give, honour?
is water my reward, if I know the courtesy of tact, like a thief
i reason the muck of secrets and the head of insult to be, glamour
in the end it was, the will to conserve the greatness of grief
simple blood, simple demonstration
of cold suck of steels impulse to wish the world a fate earlier
than the grace it took to give the irked teir completion
of misery, mercy is the race of vows to live, where they don't worry
the rose in the copiously blinds weary eye
the toes at the version of existance best served with toast, do
the more in the mirror of senility to queer, a worthy sigh
tombs of wishy washy curses in the art
of a spit that combs the world for providence, of castes
sugar and methods unknown, for the requite of pains start
the mercy in the knee of vertigo, that would the mark of hastes
am i more alive if I select the right to give, honour?
is water my reward, if I know the courtesy of tact, like a thief
i reason the muck of secrets and the head of insult to be, glamour
in the end it was, the will to conserve the greatness of grief
simple blood, simple demonstration
of cold suck of steels impulse to wish the world a fate earlier
than the grace it took to give the irked teir completion
of misery, mercy is the race of vows to live, where they don't worry
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A Bite On The End Of The Knows...
A Bite On The End Of The Knows...
