WINE AND GATES
Lightning In A Bottle, Terribly Good ...
thread to guide by
urged sound, urged around
the luck of a single fly
is in our heathen to pound
the music of meat
wished for, by the violence of sigh's
think son, know daughter, the teat
for we are the rest of the story of its lie's
penny for youth's point
the which of kinds, is a relaxed prophet
of the toll of an ugly bell, by ball or joint
the taste of misery - are you one let
teeth for a godless fire, in the eaves of sincerity
to quicken, the choice; of courage in our eyes
problems of seduction and the muck of visages of inherency
come quietly to this corner of the skies
rainbows, the moon, even the sun and the stars
watch themselves, like an honored hawk
hunt and know the future for a sly time, that cares
like we see the sea in yours, the tooth of lividity and work
to the fury of qualm we go, the sound of mercy in our stride and beck
the back of strength to question the tone of voice of more
this morbid vengeance of passion and the will to form
war
trust of an edge of sanity
the lacking misery in the can, of demand and the deliverance of pence
depend upon the such of mercy to give you, vanity
this is the hand of kin's
urged sound, urged around
the luck of a single fly
is in our heathen to pound
the music of meat
wished for, by the violence of sigh's
think son, know daughter, the teat
for we are the rest of the story of its lie's
penny for youth's point
the which of kinds, is a relaxed prophet
of the toll of an ugly bell, by ball or joint
the taste of misery - are you one let
teeth for a godless fire, in the eaves of sincerity
to quicken, the choice; of courage in our eyes
problems of seduction and the muck of visages of inherency
come quietly to this corner of the skies
rainbows, the moon, even the sun and the stars
watch themselves, like an honored hawk
hunt and know the future for a sly time, that cares
like we see the sea in yours, the tooth of lividity and work
to the fury of qualm we go, the sound of mercy in our stride and beck
the back of strength to question the tone of voice of more
this morbid vengeance of passion and the will to form
war
trust of an edge of sanity
the lacking misery in the can, of demand and the deliverance of pence
depend upon the such of mercy to give you, vanity
this is the hand of kin's
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Lightning In A Bottle, Terribly Good ...
Lightning In A Bottle, Terribly Good ...