WINE AND GATES
Penicillian, Ears, And A Ghost Of A Chance
alien to driven nails
the reach of misery in the now
this is your history, in which I failed
the clever rock and clock of how
alien to roaring hammers
time will beat, the rancor to a post
the cant of Samson, America
this is a history lost
alien to paradise's wood
showmanship is a half of better limbs
we kept the trying, good
this is your fate, water living
alien to astounding whack's
tenure of a voice, is moments to give
the right harp of silver, we made from burlap
could you have a terror for Samuel to live?
ailing to a spices ghost
specter of candor, in love with a sillier must
we toast the lips of comment that lost
this is the cancer, this is the rust
of kitty's and doggie's with an apostle's name
half of a dirty sandwich, which should
is butter the name of another climb of same
p.s. a ladder that would...
the reach of misery in the now
this is your history, in which I failed
the clever rock and clock of how
alien to roaring hammers
time will beat, the rancor to a post
the cant of Samson, America
this is a history lost
alien to paradise's wood
showmanship is a half of better limbs
we kept the trying, good
this is your fate, water living
alien to astounding whack's
tenure of a voice, is moments to give
the right harp of silver, we made from burlap
could you have a terror for Samuel to live?
ailing to a spices ghost
specter of candor, in love with a sillier must
we toast the lips of comment that lost
this is the cancer, this is the rust
of kitty's and doggie's with an apostle's name
half of a dirty sandwich, which should
is butter the name of another climb of same
p.s. a ladder that would...
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Penicillian, Ears, And A Ghost Of A Chance
Penicillian, Ears, And A Ghost Of A Chance
