WINE AND GATES
A Shrewd Time Ought Per Incensed Caring...
ergo the bird go
this strange done of a stung heed
that loved the past's toe
maybe a question to the nerve has been
ponies and the curry of a fish of unknown trying
that wretched flash of summation in the eaves
has your finished tea... be so kind
agony or brassing, the toil of heavens
this till of watched miracles of odd salt
many eyes to follow, the knock of an omnipresent distinction
chances of a courage again, the toll of an evil bell
such a small lip to kiss, in history...
the terrified remains of a song
are we to take a knife to the blankets of suggestion
merely a pining soul to live in the qualm
of conscience to give as gifts that shouldn't
one pear, and three of king
the sense it took to know better
the paces of questions in the peace of religion
that plant is dead, and still feeding a city of hair
time for a tired, angry and somewhat edgy bird
taste the can of mete, the speed of temptation
in the heart of sincerity for a welcome kind of worth
we deem the mind for an indignant nation
the ghoul news:
zombie thought to use the toilet paper
vampires smell like cherry cheesecake blues
that's it for a midnight and its burps
this strange done of a stung heed
that loved the past's toe
maybe a question to the nerve has been
ponies and the curry of a fish of unknown trying
that wretched flash of summation in the eaves
has your finished tea... be so kind
agony or brassing, the toil of heavens
this till of watched miracles of odd salt
many eyes to follow, the knock of an omnipresent distinction
chances of a courage again, the toll of an evil bell
such a small lip to kiss, in history...
the terrified remains of a song
are we to take a knife to the blankets of suggestion
merely a pining soul to live in the qualm
of conscience to give as gifts that shouldn't
one pear, and three of king
the sense it took to know better
the paces of questions in the peace of religion
that plant is dead, and still feeding a city of hair
time for a tired, angry and somewhat edgy bird
taste the can of mete, the speed of temptation
in the heart of sincerity for a welcome kind of worth
we deem the mind for an indignant nation
the ghoul news:
zombie thought to use the toilet paper
vampires smell like cherry cheesecake blues
that's it for a midnight and its burps
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A Shrewd Time Ought Per Incensed Caring...
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