WINE AND GATES
Didn't Terror Share A Hidden Fear?
never wished for marvels
of the sin in the wide eyes of rapture
we tell you it was, the thing of a reasons cell
the class and the chastity of curses in the, curiousity
wives with big eyes
save a moment to look upon the nature of heed
the role of consciences to live by, the heart of wrys
is a calming come, to know in the benignness of thee?
why did you make love?
the rose in the care of a misogyny is a waiting ask of same
as the crass to deem the shade of wine that does
like a head in the mirror of notoriety, we have no shame...
of a sword in the beginning, we institute God
of a mete of sandy edges of concern, the duty of avarice
of a soul to labour for succinct need, the personality of the rod
of a nary to dwell in the cant, this is the question of spice
they do the who done, it was the butt
on page one, sayeth the lord of hysteria
this murder is a lucky penny made a nut
on the last page, the moment was lost to lifes dilemma
so far, we have a bird in hand
the thought of charity is a constant pressure
of a stress alien to this land
where are we but the cut above the rest, pleasure
thinking this...
eggs of sollemn answers of means to an end
is nowhere, but in the eye of bliss
further than this, the culture of a wind
of the sin in the wide eyes of rapture
we tell you it was, the thing of a reasons cell
the class and the chastity of curses in the, curiousity
wives with big eyes
save a moment to look upon the nature of heed
the role of consciences to live by, the heart of wrys
is a calming come, to know in the benignness of thee?
why did you make love?
the rose in the care of a misogyny is a waiting ask of same
as the crass to deem the shade of wine that does
like a head in the mirror of notoriety, we have no shame...
of a sword in the beginning, we institute God
of a mete of sandy edges of concern, the duty of avarice
of a soul to labour for succinct need, the personality of the rod
of a nary to dwell in the cant, this is the question of spice
they do the who done, it was the butt
on page one, sayeth the lord of hysteria
this murder is a lucky penny made a nut
on the last page, the moment was lost to lifes dilemma
so far, we have a bird in hand
the thought of charity is a constant pressure
of a stress alien to this land
where are we but the cut above the rest, pleasure
thinking this...
eggs of sollemn answers of means to an end
is nowhere, but in the eye of bliss
further than this, the culture of a wind
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Didn`t Terror Share A Hidden Fear?
Didn`t Terror Share A Hidden Fear?
