WINE AND GATES
Were Want God If Evil Said The Same Thing
trying the pizza
frying the egg
crying the game, itza
drying the cig
the merit in a flame
the child of communion, with a dole in the rain
the point of guards and garrison to begin, in the name...
the chance of heed of a courage as pain
the apple falls away from the tree
long enough away to serve the decision
of causes in the care of a seed
which are the craving for new, the poise of intuition
should an eye wander, even gander at the could
we are the redoubt of consciences to kind, the knock of oddity
the space of realms and the hurry of early birds, who'd
think the grace of a nay in the lap of anarchy
that much we knew, the turn of a fate into a careful eye
but, is the wishes of survival, the candor of pride; the misery in a hate
the speed of mercurial processes to confuse, the nye
why did mothered likes, fathered kisses; come to detail a sate?
about this time, the which of the world is in high gear
the trail of tears that made us a summary chaos, the known lip of rage
in the stir of echoes, that has the life of a simple where
the taste of each, is a herald of could, the marriage of an age...
frying the egg
crying the game, itza
drying the cig
the merit in a flame
the child of communion, with a dole in the rain
the point of guards and garrison to begin, in the name...
the chance of heed of a courage as pain
the apple falls away from the tree
long enough away to serve the decision
of causes in the care of a seed
which are the craving for new, the poise of intuition
should an eye wander, even gander at the could
we are the redoubt of consciences to kind, the knock of oddity
the space of realms and the hurry of early birds, who'd
think the grace of a nay in the lap of anarchy
that much we knew, the turn of a fate into a careful eye
but, is the wishes of survival, the candor of pride; the misery in a hate
the speed of mercurial processes to confuse, the nye
why did mothered likes, fathered kisses; come to detail a sate?
about this time, the which of the world is in high gear
the trail of tears that made us a summary chaos, the known lip of rage
in the stir of echoes, that has the life of a simple where
the taste of each, is a herald of could, the marriage of an age...
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Were Want God If Evil Said The Same Thing
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