WINE AND GATES
Eclipse, and the Weird Story of Core
deeds of another man, today
seem like a tryer of seldom
the game of mention and its pall, is a kiss of say...
the price of courtesy and wisdom
round and astound
the fresh face of guarantee, as we kind a prayer
in the background of sincerity, the tooth of the how
is like these, the image of shadows of the pasts of care
candor at the cost of the soul, lost its meaning one day
from where, or from who'm; no one knows
the liberty in an anguish of shame, to have in the face of pious energy
the role of vision met loves truth, like a heart that slows
sense from a handshake, became the riddle of the land
first is the cold sorrow of worth in the dew of the morning
today we have the lucre of suggestion of a seldom seen kins, they man
like the tart fury of since, that made the city and the world hurrying
the day has come to this, regret
the passion of merit in the whole of the sun, has you as a ward
thinking the more of a new face, we met the all in the let
of a savage, demand, for such is mere and a candidly made sword...
turn of truth into a pale reality of an eaten comment
the path of surmiseal is like this, the need of the many makes liberty
such a small pace for an unrest to know, the other side of a hands lament
pride and prejudice, we see your ...
epic truth to a knowing and fair, thirst for what the heart offers
the dream of silver stars and the business of the moon in doubt
does, says the wished for apple and the craze of residences to prophet
hurt, was the name of your destiny, in the season of hates power
seem like a tryer of seldom
the game of mention and its pall, is a kiss of say...
the price of courtesy and wisdom
round and astound
the fresh face of guarantee, as we kind a prayer
in the background of sincerity, the tooth of the how
is like these, the image of shadows of the pasts of care
candor at the cost of the soul, lost its meaning one day
from where, or from who'm; no one knows
the liberty in an anguish of shame, to have in the face of pious energy
the role of vision met loves truth, like a heart that slows
sense from a handshake, became the riddle of the land
first is the cold sorrow of worth in the dew of the morning
today we have the lucre of suggestion of a seldom seen kins, they man
like the tart fury of since, that made the city and the world hurrying
the day has come to this, regret
the passion of merit in the whole of the sun, has you as a ward
thinking the more of a new face, we met the all in the let
of a savage, demand, for such is mere and a candidly made sword...
turn of truth into a pale reality of an eaten comment
the path of surmiseal is like this, the need of the many makes liberty
such a small pace for an unrest to know, the other side of a hands lament
pride and prejudice, we see your ...
epic truth to a knowing and fair, thirst for what the heart offers
the dream of silver stars and the business of the moon in doubt
does, says the wished for apple and the craze of residences to prophet
hurt, was the name of your destiny, in the season of hates power
Comment On This Poem ---
Eclipse, and the Weird Story of Core
Eclipse, and the Weird Story of Core
