WINE AND GATES
Bubbles And Judges Of Audacity Now
driven to drip
dragons and the ache of a stomach in love
the torch and the pact ashes, the fate of a hip
these days of youths have no where to go, covenant
the egg of dim storms, on the horizon
the lore of a wish, in the right side of panic
as we sweeten the tea, the life according to gum
is a herald of odes to machinery of a land tragic
with the taste of worms
is your hair so grand, that we do not know the laugh
after the since, of war in our courtesy and fruit of farms
we smell it coming in the wind, where we know the both
lye and the bite of honey, in my eye...
the riches of synchronicity to find underneath...
the patch of guile I welcome in the lie...
the moon in my hands, the now and the world of heath...
murdering my father, I know the salt of the earth
kindling with mom, still has the zenith of a church
sticking hay in the mouth of a sibling is all and worth
setting time for the mourning, this flame hurt...
the poise of candor in a rainbow
the with out with in of skills I never knew I had
this sweet mark, of metal and the role of power
is yours, the wink of a future without said...
dragons and the ache of a stomach in love
the torch and the pact ashes, the fate of a hip
these days of youths have no where to go, covenant
the egg of dim storms, on the horizon
the lore of a wish, in the right side of panic
as we sweeten the tea, the life according to gum
is a herald of odes to machinery of a land tragic
with the taste of worms
is your hair so grand, that we do not know the laugh
after the since, of war in our courtesy and fruit of farms
we smell it coming in the wind, where we know the both
lye and the bite of honey, in my eye...
the riches of synchronicity to find underneath...
the patch of guile I welcome in the lie...
the moon in my hands, the now and the world of heath...
murdering my father, I know the salt of the earth
kindling with mom, still has the zenith of a church
sticking hay in the mouth of a sibling is all and worth
setting time for the mourning, this flame hurt...
the poise of candor in a rainbow
the with out with in of skills I never knew I had
this sweet mark, of metal and the role of power
is yours, the wink of a future without said...
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Bubbles And Judges Of Audacity Now
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