WINE AND GATES
Maybe A Good Doling Alien Lived "Syruply"
speed chills
speed defies
speed stills
speed blinds
the secret pie on the roof
midwinter sour grapes, that much we hate
the time is with proof
the liberty of snakes to reach for honor's sate
Satan?
the thread of a chance with culture to fasten
the throat of summation that knows the hour waiting
special lives in the gray matter of a sense to sicken
the taste in clay is astounding...
the memory of silly measures of your best...
instinct for masks of mead and an ambrosia hiding...
pied piper's on the war front disagree, the naked Moses...
ecstasy of a jaded remnant with a good cheese
the lip of curiosity sounds familiar
think this little critter, where is your heathen
the voice of condition is something similar
speed divides
speed lives
speed rides
speed serpents
aching for a drink of water
that old brown dog...
that much for such, was a heated fate there
the tart end of another...
energy for a lunch bag that knew the soup
biding the scarecrow a sock and a furious beer
the burden of a nail, that sweetened the miracle of mythical liberty
this is the forest for the tree's, were...
speed defies
speed stills
speed blinds
the secret pie on the roof
midwinter sour grapes, that much we hate
the time is with proof
the liberty of snakes to reach for honor's sate
Satan?
the thread of a chance with culture to fasten
the throat of summation that knows the hour waiting
special lives in the gray matter of a sense to sicken
the taste in clay is astounding...
the memory of silly measures of your best...
instinct for masks of mead and an ambrosia hiding...
pied piper's on the war front disagree, the naked Moses...
ecstasy of a jaded remnant with a good cheese
the lip of curiosity sounds familiar
think this little critter, where is your heathen
the voice of condition is something similar
speed divides
speed lives
speed rides
speed serpents
aching for a drink of water
that old brown dog...
that much for such, was a heated fate there
the tart end of another...
energy for a lunch bag that knew the soup
biding the scarecrow a sock and a furious beer
the burden of a nail, that sweetened the miracle of mythical liberty
this is the forest for the tree's, were...
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Maybe A Good Doling Alien Lived `Syruply`
Maybe A Good Doling Alien Lived `Syruply`
