WINE AND GATES

It's To How A Charity At New Hippocrites?

pride declares war
price declares sale
pregnancy declares stars
prophets declare fail

feat of the usurpers
we are the instinct to care
form and method in the words
blink the truth to knead sherry

olives for the dangerous wood
to seek a lamp in the samples
of a gorgeous stray horse in the hood
brides of hell...

stink of the origins of cold staring
we marvel at the breast of the millionth wart
shade and the regret of a vinegar, bleach was a hearing
the foil of succor in the redoubt of the wind to start

charades of vile glue
sugar and the hope of a cloth of justice
the penny of hysteria due
this mirror is a looking glass...

seek the table of confusion
we have sandwiches for every taste
the right to spoils of inclusion...
and the prince of darkness...

in here with a shape of things to claim
the silk purse of homage to a knee
the terror of push and shout, a dance with any
old future with are thou an agony?


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