WINE AND GATES
Converting Men To Anarchy Costs...A Dementia
rich to beneath
thought an excellent form for conversation
sought after, like the rose to the bee
known for strangeness in the sky, the skill of a question
the smile of unity in our hand
the walking of the land is moreover a mention
of the sate of prescience that made us, a land
do they know the drive of minds and their conventions?
the certain hex of completeness
in the breath of a fool of unions and the covenant of mud
the tarry we formed, to give a guest
the erring of sincerity in the way we were, a life to laud
the doldrum of murder, under our breath
these cards to quicken the pace...
is your head so small, you do not know where to fit
the cant or the thought after, we can still race...
the rage of liberty's found on the milk of the sun
in, the wishes of fortunes made, the laugh of exhaustion
versus a haunt of vile tempers of anything greater than the mundane
the lip of love, less the kind of curses that make us a besting
the beauty of a nightmare
as the world spins, the nourishment of can and its and
for the reason of more, to know and to give the share
of terror that has, a name that cant be made to run, ran
the simplicity of water
made a careful knowledge of commotions of heaven and earth
the sign of all, to the answering of a head of hatred
does it really matter, of this we were...
thought an excellent form for conversation
sought after, like the rose to the bee
known for strangeness in the sky, the skill of a question
the smile of unity in our hand
the walking of the land is moreover a mention
of the sate of prescience that made us, a land
do they know the drive of minds and their conventions?
the certain hex of completeness
in the breath of a fool of unions and the covenant of mud
the tarry we formed, to give a guest
the erring of sincerity in the way we were, a life to laud
the doldrum of murder, under our breath
these cards to quicken the pace...
is your head so small, you do not know where to fit
the cant or the thought after, we can still race...
the rage of liberty's found on the milk of the sun
in, the wishes of fortunes made, the laugh of exhaustion
versus a haunt of vile tempers of anything greater than the mundane
the lip of love, less the kind of curses that make us a besting
the beauty of a nightmare
as the world spins, the nourishment of can and its and
for the reason of more, to know and to give the share
of terror that has, a name that cant be made to run, ran
the simplicity of water
made a careful knowledge of commotions of heaven and earth
the sign of all, to the answering of a head of hatred
does it really matter, of this we were...
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Converting Men To Anarchy Costs...A Dementia
Converting Men To Anarchy Costs...A Dementia