WINE AND GATES
Avarice, And The Strange Habit Of Nation's
living for the causes
metal and languages flower to seek
the rhyme of me, where one tells, one adds
the future to let, the right side of meek
space for the speed
the lucre of reality to give, religion
the taste of truth and heed
poignancy to the love, of passions institution
swallowing a thumb nail
chewed in roles of rigor and rationality
the prettier the care, the pettier the fail
special levity to the cope, of a lurid nationality
creation, of a sincere face
time will serve, the fateful kind
for a price to the courage, of lucid...
thoughts of conscience to find, in the mouth of a rhyme
roads and the wish in the wind
awash with a song to play, for a question
thank you, method and hind
for a simple lip to quell in the answer to sight and guessing
poorer by the miles, finish is
the laugh of romance and the tears of passion
left to ends, of reasons of cravings for the bliss
all for form to a lore, that has a nature to give, as
song from another passing vehicle
a picture of you, with a smile to end it all
the choice of chance, pious life or the lies to pill
worth the rage of all, somehow, we begin here; salt
metal and languages flower to seek
the rhyme of me, where one tells, one adds
the future to let, the right side of meek
space for the speed
the lucre of reality to give, religion
the taste of truth and heed
poignancy to the love, of passions institution
swallowing a thumb nail
chewed in roles of rigor and rationality
the prettier the care, the pettier the fail
special levity to the cope, of a lurid nationality
creation, of a sincere face
time will serve, the fateful kind
for a price to the courage, of lucid...
thoughts of conscience to find, in the mouth of a rhyme
roads and the wish in the wind
awash with a song to play, for a question
thank you, method and hind
for a simple lip to quell in the answer to sight and guessing
poorer by the miles, finish is
the laugh of romance and the tears of passion
left to ends, of reasons of cravings for the bliss
all for form to a lore, that has a nature to give, as
song from another passing vehicle
a picture of you, with a smile to end it all
the choice of chance, pious life or the lies to pill
worth the rage of all, somehow, we begin here; salt
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Avarice, And The Strange Habit Of Nation`s
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