WINE AND GATES
Sodom Knows Where You Live, Heaven?
ship at sea, the whether which has us by a toe
the think of marriages and the weary view at the land
is a merit in the cap, the trail of tears to know
thus the truth is our shield, the trying poise of shadows
this wall and that lords hand
thinking the door but a sealed mention, the meager will know
care is for the rain, the tryst of a ward
that has the care of misery in its blow
tonight we make babies, the tooth of regiments and the hearth of eshelon
to fate, we know the bout of courage that makes the need of religion a hap
this tidy kitchen, these knowing shoes, and the art of a waiting kind
is a creation of wishes for the fruit of committment that has, a lap
teeth be a handsome call to nourished frames of mine
the lurking mission of salutations to gain the which
is a cooler mind, the name of sugar in the sign
of possibility to kick the habit of the rich
in the end we are the doting craving for reality
flames of ice, ham of nicety
the switch of mundacity is a big feality
the pyres of depravity...
popular to the quick
the sires of dependancy will know a cartfull of withering flowers
the right side of heroism is the searching of the sick
to know like a head above all known waters
the think of marriages and the weary view at the land
is a merit in the cap, the trail of tears to know
thus the truth is our shield, the trying poise of shadows
this wall and that lords hand
thinking the door but a sealed mention, the meager will know
care is for the rain, the tryst of a ward
that has the care of misery in its blow
tonight we make babies, the tooth of regiments and the hearth of eshelon
to fate, we know the bout of courage that makes the need of religion a hap
this tidy kitchen, these knowing shoes, and the art of a waiting kind
is a creation of wishes for the fruit of committment that has, a lap
teeth be a handsome call to nourished frames of mine
the lurking mission of salutations to gain the which
is a cooler mind, the name of sugar in the sign
of possibility to kick the habit of the rich
in the end we are the doting craving for reality
flames of ice, ham of nicety
the switch of mundacity is a big feality
the pyres of depravity...
popular to the quick
the sires of dependancy will know a cartfull of withering flowers
the right side of heroism is the searching of the sick
to know like a head above all known waters
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Sodom Knows Where You Live, Heaven?
Sodom Knows Where You Live, Heaven?
