WINE AND GATES
Ready To Kill An Egg That Knew The Times
like prayers
a pounding heart will take the time
for the day, which cares
for the persons of vanity, that make the rhyme
kind and thumb to prosper
wink and hair of a clever clean
wind in the tree's of could, a harker
know what the curiosity of miracles, mean?
we sat in the open field, knowing the day for a wish
even sweeping wind will stop and say
but, do you remember the gift of anger, the tooth and the rich?
pointless stares of the kind, have a liberty that may
and courage was a heart to eat
the bend and the being, of sudden life to a fruit
the piety of consciences that say the odd, this one let
is a risk of insanity in the veins, of continued youth
the look of a country, next to unity's fire
the phantom of ages, that knows the name of ecstasy to be, climb
the power of anger in the head of many, the final irony
of suggestion of a cunning sun, the contrary life of the times
watching the sea meet the rivers of charisma
mud and things of worthiness to an all of hope
this is the rule of truth, we made for a concern and a dilemma
thought better than futures past, we still the cope
a pounding heart will take the time
for the day, which cares
for the persons of vanity, that make the rhyme
kind and thumb to prosper
wink and hair of a clever clean
wind in the tree's of could, a harker
know what the curiosity of miracles, mean?
we sat in the open field, knowing the day for a wish
even sweeping wind will stop and say
but, do you remember the gift of anger, the tooth and the rich?
pointless stares of the kind, have a liberty that may
and courage was a heart to eat
the bend and the being, of sudden life to a fruit
the piety of consciences that say the odd, this one let
is a risk of insanity in the veins, of continued youth
the look of a country, next to unity's fire
the phantom of ages, that knows the name of ecstasy to be, climb
the power of anger in the head of many, the final irony
of suggestion of a cunning sun, the contrary life of the times
watching the sea meet the rivers of charisma
mud and things of worthiness to an all of hope
this is the rule of truth, we made for a concern and a dilemma
thought better than futures past, we still the cope
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Ready To Kill An Egg That Knew The Times
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