WINE AND GATES
Surely Attic's Make Babies Older (X-mas)
somewhere under the rainbow
ideas, the thief and the turn of meek
into a wished for golden allow
is a religion of heart felt kinds, the seek...
satan and the ache of earthen stares, weird shoes
meant for the right side of a raped person
that has the creation of mercy, for male dues...
the horns of angenue was a leach in the sigh's of a song
that made, the roast of merriment in the jaunty lips of childhood
is yours, you son of a ditch, the lucre of cancer
that has the tooth of fury for each mere and fear of good
how do we know? smell your eyes shadow for a little more wandering
the toast of the star's?
you found it, I burnt it
the kid of stress and the meager of milk, knows greater war's
this is the burial place of a sate
cowards and the howards of money in the rage of days
the laugh of sincerity is with us
the patience of can't , the need for bread and wine saw says
thus...
angels own them all, and any for a mint
the lucre you called a list of androgyny, is now a can of wind
the vice of marriage and its way to the sense
of corners and fates in the mind...
ideas, the thief and the turn of meek
into a wished for golden allow
is a religion of heart felt kinds, the seek...
satan and the ache of earthen stares, weird shoes
meant for the right side of a raped person
that has the creation of mercy, for male dues...
the horns of angenue was a leach in the sigh's of a song
that made, the roast of merriment in the jaunty lips of childhood
is yours, you son of a ditch, the lucre of cancer
that has the tooth of fury for each mere and fear of good
how do we know? smell your eyes shadow for a little more wandering
the toast of the star's?
you found it, I burnt it
the kid of stress and the meager of milk, knows greater war's
this is the burial place of a sate
cowards and the howards of money in the rage of days
the laugh of sincerity is with us
the patience of can't , the need for bread and wine saw says
thus...
angels own them all, and any for a mint
the lucre you called a list of androgyny, is now a can of wind
the vice of marriage and its way to the sense
of corners and fates in the mind...
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Surely Attic`s Make Babies Older (X-mas)
Surely Attic`s Make Babies Older (X-mas)
