WINE AND GATES
The Lamb For The Lion For The Late?
feel the heat
of a wish in the manhood, of gaiety
the worm for the locust, for the danger then the kiss
of a lip of worth in the distance, anxiety
like the wind, in the proverbial eaves of destiny
we know the courage of human emancipation like one more page read
a ply of rage in our sides, for we are the promised, to infinity
where are you the more of seldom sources, the can't of said
a problem in the courses of many and the any of select
the wish of metal is alive in the way we were, the compromise
of a candor beyond heaven, the rests of worth in the now, a heart elect
this and that, to total the count of energies in the pace of the wise
should we tell the story, of a history
in veiled shares of cause, gold and silk to gather the need
as when is the try of ushering, the nature of grandeur to have an epistolary
but the neglect of succor, the reach of prestige into the seed
like a mundane pining and sublime more to have
the taste of continue and its children are a stranger to such and its rue
the trevail of comment, the purpose of evil in the land that save
the all for the feint of heeds, is this conscience due?
of a wish in the manhood, of gaiety
the worm for the locust, for the danger then the kiss
of a lip of worth in the distance, anxiety
like the wind, in the proverbial eaves of destiny
we know the courage of human emancipation like one more page read
a ply of rage in our sides, for we are the promised, to infinity
where are you the more of seldom sources, the can't of said
a problem in the courses of many and the any of select
the wish of metal is alive in the way we were, the compromise
of a candor beyond heaven, the rests of worth in the now, a heart elect
this and that, to total the count of energies in the pace of the wise
should we tell the story, of a history
in veiled shares of cause, gold and silk to gather the need
as when is the try of ushering, the nature of grandeur to have an epistolary
but the neglect of succor, the reach of prestige into the seed
like a mundane pining and sublime more to have
the taste of continue and its children are a stranger to such and its rue
the trevail of comment, the purpose of evil in the land that save
the all for the feint of heeds, is this conscience due?
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The Lamb For The Lion For The Late?
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