WINE AND GATES
You Asked, Highway's Reply To Hell
angels swimming in the spring
sleep well tonight
the bird in hand is one beckoning
that has the moon for a slight...
case of a snooze
the reason we more than whore, the need of can
the sword in my side, is yours to lose
like the treachery of a smile in the problem
care of a knee
tiny murders on the behalf of a corner mirth
of the waste of knowledge that is being
we pray to the spaces between the faerie that warn her
cave of a fruit
golden to taste, for the care of misery
the panic that was a half of soil to suit
this pace of must is yours to know, in history
cage of an abomination
that has a wage of enmity in its maw
the climb of most to keep the craving of purity in the end
give it up, we are who it saw
of the final future cushion and the mete of pushing
the right side of hell, is a marvel indeed
to the quick of an estate of knowing, the waters rushing
likened to calm and caught quiet causes, we have minds to seed
sleep well tonight
the bird in hand is one beckoning
that has the moon for a slight...
case of a snooze
the reason we more than whore, the need of can
the sword in my side, is yours to lose
like the treachery of a smile in the problem
care of a knee
tiny murders on the behalf of a corner mirth
of the waste of knowledge that is being
we pray to the spaces between the faerie that warn her
cave of a fruit
golden to taste, for the care of misery
the panic that was a half of soil to suit
this pace of must is yours to know, in history
cage of an abomination
that has a wage of enmity in its maw
the climb of most to keep the craving of purity in the end
give it up, we are who it saw
of the final future cushion and the mete of pushing
the right side of hell, is a marvel indeed
to the quick of an estate of knowing, the waters rushing
likened to calm and caught quiet causes, we have minds to seed
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You Asked, Highway`s Reply To Hell
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