WINE AND GATES
Wishing The Fool Spate A Peon, I.E. Hated...
richy rinsed his mouth
the luck of the driven horde
is with us like a herald of pouts
that bit about the fort
candor of the sweet youths
the change in the church, is a collected mission to the moon
introduce electricity and the halo couth
tesla this cartoon
which turned over, the taint of uses epitomy
this is your lucky coin, the nature of business as usuality
the truth in the pace of peace, is wisdom a left over house, me
are a totaled life in the night, thank you utility's
potions for the ride in the oceans
the cant of recorded timed lying
is a working clock the rage of something greater than the sins
the life it took, the signature of cherry trying
stupidity is a candor here
the face of panic in the reason of methods so far
the lips of wishes were with us in the form of sincere...
questions to the effect, of a liquid further...
than the right of cyanide
was this heir of control and the fold of lurid demands
the wish of a sentry of curses that broke his mind
the worth of a ring, the work of a sublime lands
personally, give a damn, and you will see the horizon
the touch of miasma and the naked truth to a lip of courage
that had no where to go, but the light of the cunning
back to back, we solve the problem with a rational of fate
in the shadows, the tongue of seclusion held true
more to the point, murder is a following care for lions
the ask of witnesses to the effect, show us a perfect...
for the cave to blossom into sugar, silence
the luck of the driven horde
is with us like a herald of pouts
that bit about the fort
candor of the sweet youths
the change in the church, is a collected mission to the moon
introduce electricity and the halo couth
tesla this cartoon
which turned over, the taint of uses epitomy
this is your lucky coin, the nature of business as usuality
the truth in the pace of peace, is wisdom a left over house, me
are a totaled life in the night, thank you utility's
potions for the ride in the oceans
the cant of recorded timed lying
is a working clock the rage of something greater than the sins
the life it took, the signature of cherry trying
stupidity is a candor here
the face of panic in the reason of methods so far
the lips of wishes were with us in the form of sincere...
questions to the effect, of a liquid further...
than the right of cyanide
was this heir of control and the fold of lurid demands
the wish of a sentry of curses that broke his mind
the worth of a ring, the work of a sublime lands
personally, give a damn, and you will see the horizon
the touch of miasma and the naked truth to a lip of courage
that had no where to go, but the light of the cunning
back to back, we solve the problem with a rational of fate
in the shadows, the tongue of seclusion held true
more to the point, murder is a following care for lions
the ask of witnesses to the effect, show us a perfect...
for the cave to blossom into sugar, silence
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Wishing The Fool Spate A Peon, I.E. Hated...
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