WINE AND GATES
Avarice Made, Error Read, In Coping Ashes
still the western disease
a bell held high, for nowhere to give
the lacking wind, which for told the we'd
of a living testimony to curious is
this friend of callous shapes in the sly
this word to the wizened features of a face
this courage in the silken ear of why
this tooth of passions lore, to finish the haste
comply or die
said the need of a muddy shoe, the merit in a stare
the savage reasons to the image of why
could, candor be a sulking treaty to commitment in airs?
the times are a fascinating ode to a triumphed here
the cant in your lovers eyes, the stilled worship of liberty
thinking the taste of crushes of crass kind to hear
this enemy is a larger than life, integrity
should you have a force in the side of a head?
was the conscience of calling to an eave the mark of said?
can a salty remark about the nature of silly names be the dark of lead?
has a curious fate for an idiocy, been the tact of a lark made?
we sweeten the broth with blood...
the need for water in the since of sense, is a metal lord in the sky
saying this is the sand of issues and the art of honor to jude
pies and knee's of lovely persistence in the facets of a lands genie
perhaps a sweet tooth was an oracle
the cant of juice, and its herald of combative glances to the our
washed with a puny swear and scare of minds to stilt
upon the naivete of the ley of the consideration mired, a flower
times worships us
like a have of chances in the gage of seasons
the myth of pipes and the candor of fly's, thus
has a world of reality to its reasons
a bell held high, for nowhere to give
the lacking wind, which for told the we'd
of a living testimony to curious is
this friend of callous shapes in the sly
this word to the wizened features of a face
this courage in the silken ear of why
this tooth of passions lore, to finish the haste
comply or die
said the need of a muddy shoe, the merit in a stare
the savage reasons to the image of why
could, candor be a sulking treaty to commitment in airs?
the times are a fascinating ode to a triumphed here
the cant in your lovers eyes, the stilled worship of liberty
thinking the taste of crushes of crass kind to hear
this enemy is a larger than life, integrity
should you have a force in the side of a head?
was the conscience of calling to an eave the mark of said?
can a salty remark about the nature of silly names be the dark of lead?
has a curious fate for an idiocy, been the tact of a lark made?
we sweeten the broth with blood...
the need for water in the since of sense, is a metal lord in the sky
saying this is the sand of issues and the art of honor to jude
pies and knee's of lovely persistence in the facets of a lands genie
perhaps a sweet tooth was an oracle
the cant of juice, and its herald of combative glances to the our
washed with a puny swear and scare of minds to stilt
upon the naivete of the ley of the consideration mired, a flower
times worships us
like a have of chances in the gage of seasons
the myth of pipes and the candor of fly's, thus
has a world of reality to its reasons
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Avarice Made, Error Read, In Coping Ashes
Avarice Made, Error Read, In Coping Ashes
