WINE AND GATES
Nightmare On Marshmallow Street (Candid...?)
pinched penny in the pondering rain
the thought of laundry is a wagering lake
of collapse of a sense into vain
things of justice and the might of cake
around the answer of angels
the pride of curiosity is worth the truth
time to live in the laugh of, well
the cage for the canary of since, is youth
an angel with orange hair...
the fairer eye of thee, the timid use of lips
the thought of warriors, common to the cherub
we seek the nature of a fire, and the reach of a stare
the love of bedlam
ancient men in the street, to devour the meat
ignorance of the rage of women
the finished pride of compunction, by the sugar we eat...
sought in the taste of a bloody nose
well is the notice of cant in the face of humility
that pitch in the patch, isn't a lucre of souls
been a they, we stole the headache for charity
lions in the dew, toads in the oil
timid is the name of craving the sides of hell
there, in duty and in case of foul...
this horse is from the sun, this horse is here to kill
powers of the king
wish of a simple mine, the luck of birds...
is here to flower, the eternity of a dragons sing
by eyes that say, and the ears to hear...
the thought of laundry is a wagering lake
of collapse of a sense into vain
things of justice and the might of cake
around the answer of angels
the pride of curiosity is worth the truth
time to live in the laugh of, well
the cage for the canary of since, is youth
an angel with orange hair...
the fairer eye of thee, the timid use of lips
the thought of warriors, common to the cherub
we seek the nature of a fire, and the reach of a stare
the love of bedlam
ancient men in the street, to devour the meat
ignorance of the rage of women
the finished pride of compunction, by the sugar we eat...
sought in the taste of a bloody nose
well is the notice of cant in the face of humility
that pitch in the patch, isn't a lucre of souls
been a they, we stole the headache for charity
lions in the dew, toads in the oil
timid is the name of craving the sides of hell
there, in duty and in case of foul...
this horse is from the sun, this horse is here to kill
powers of the king
wish of a simple mine, the luck of birds...
is here to flower, the eternity of a dragons sing
by eyes that say, and the ears to hear...
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Nightmare On Marshmallow Street (Candid...?)
Nightmare On Marshmallow Street (Candid...?)
