WINE AND GATES
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bound to love
the ride of the wind, is a ghost
or common briefness and the talk of a new covenant
the tree of vagueness was a lost sausage...
providing the can't of an irked time
the walls to a levity show us a truth
this is the sweet tooth of a kind of rhyme
them, candid of youth...
care for a select tomorrow, at a fire
cage the thief of implicity, thus surmised
cape the crusader of gains, this irony
case for an insane may, psychotically
blind to the signs
the share of curiosity is a time to think
the pyre of sincerity is with us, the ties that bind
of courage that make us, a hood wink
why burnt seasons?
then in tears, the cold secret
truth is a purpose beyond life's reason's
they have a poised future for lent...
quaint response of an island of demons
prized bulls and business of persual
is a question left to the image of a weapon?
tradition is a meager soul...?
been a courage?
seen a good eye full of danger?
keen on a proper wage?
mean the present of angel's?
notice the form of honor
law's of destiny show us a lucid woe's
cause for death's panic, foreign
like a bitter thought to sink in, the question to Noah...
the ride of the wind, is a ghost
or common briefness and the talk of a new covenant
the tree of vagueness was a lost sausage...
providing the can't of an irked time
the walls to a levity show us a truth
this is the sweet tooth of a kind of rhyme
them, candid of youth...
care for a select tomorrow, at a fire
cage the thief of implicity, thus surmised
cape the crusader of gains, this irony
case for an insane may, psychotically
blind to the signs
the share of curiosity is a time to think
the pyre of sincerity is with us, the ties that bind
of courage that make us, a hood wink
why burnt seasons?
then in tears, the cold secret
truth is a purpose beyond life's reason's
they have a poised future for lent...
quaint response of an island of demons
prized bulls and business of persual
is a question left to the image of a weapon?
tradition is a meager soul...?
been a courage?
seen a good eye full of danger?
keen on a proper wage?
mean the present of angel's?
notice the form of honor
law's of destiny show us a lucid woe's
cause for death's panic, foreign
like a bitter thought to sink in, the question to Noah...
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Watch The King Shoveling Snow In Hell... ?
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