WINE AND GATES
Shame's Beauty Isn't Heaven's Religion?
try the vein of please
as we garden, the gore of a new lip
here is your semblance, the symbol of simple minds, he's
have the call of synchronicity to sugar given you, intellect
the wishes of an obnoxious fish, in the yeast and berry of a guess
we tell the tale to know the beginning for the end
an honor of since and amen, thinking but Adam gets
a charity of sense, that is the need of a bride of the wind
why the count of blind men?
when of silly toes, does your heart show a bell of virtue?
would hunger have your name in the pride of skin?
will these furious lores of time, come complete with a tooth?
angry?
can you move heaven and earth for a love's child?
i thought so, the blame of wisdom is with you, yet you have a care hungry
the permission of hippocracy here is to clean the ass of the wild
they know the truth behind a silver smile
we know the reason of courage to keep in rages of behavior made
the turn of reasons into futures is an ironic merit all the while
gold is yours, the truth be had, the knowledge of curiousity worth shade
the lovers of water walk on...
the reality of wrong in the nape of an ear, is a step in strength's direction
the crass will show service to candor long before the need of the sun
the choice of a new generation, these gifts are meant for you, intuition
as we garden, the gore of a new lip
here is your semblance, the symbol of simple minds, he's
have the call of synchronicity to sugar given you, intellect
the wishes of an obnoxious fish, in the yeast and berry of a guess
we tell the tale to know the beginning for the end
an honor of since and amen, thinking but Adam gets
a charity of sense, that is the need of a bride of the wind
why the count of blind men?
when of silly toes, does your heart show a bell of virtue?
would hunger have your name in the pride of skin?
will these furious lores of time, come complete with a tooth?
angry?
can you move heaven and earth for a love's child?
i thought so, the blame of wisdom is with you, yet you have a care hungry
the permission of hippocracy here is to clean the ass of the wild
they know the truth behind a silver smile
we know the reason of courage to keep in rages of behavior made
the turn of reasons into futures is an ironic merit all the while
gold is yours, the truth be had, the knowledge of curiousity worth shade
the lovers of water walk on...
the reality of wrong in the nape of an ear, is a step in strength's direction
the crass will show service to candor long before the need of the sun
the choice of a new generation, these gifts are meant for you, intuition
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Shame`s Beauty Isn`t Heaven`s Religion?
Shame`s Beauty Isn`t Heaven`s Religion?
