WINE AND GATES
Serendipity Measures Up To History Erred...
iron loves mete
may it forever have...
the naked rule of a keep
a point in eager hands to save
courage for origins of fly's
where were you when the charity of song...
penny in the fire
penny in the anarchy of agony
could your philosophy of sates
though we are, the truth in a house of fish
Israel is a guide to yearning for hates
this blind man is a strength of a bitter...
many years ago...
a man named Abraham had two wives
the first was a kind flower to owe
the second was a stone of naives
man ears go...
a man named Ishmael had a secret called nourishment
the fist was a cult of foreign bull's
the season was a measure of courage, for gentle...
an arse owed...
a man named Isaac has a sick bone for home
the ply of a moment to give, and the toe
with a button of clay, he made gold
who is?
the spanked butt of burden
this is the corner of bliss
that made me, a voice of shame, to curt anger...
your name is jude
if but a lip of soldiers ever has the name of another soul
on a bitter wind of the north, we remember the war of Sodom
like a hair pulled, the can't of reason is a still soring...
dragons of count and the pound of a heart
flame is your essence in the reign of could
think, therefore act upon the essence of war
like a sincerity is the first steps of the world...
may it forever have...
the naked rule of a keep
a point in eager hands to save
courage for origins of fly's
where were you when the charity of song...
penny in the fire
penny in the anarchy of agony
could your philosophy of sates
though we are, the truth in a house of fish
Israel is a guide to yearning for hates
this blind man is a strength of a bitter...
many years ago...
a man named Abraham had two wives
the first was a kind flower to owe
the second was a stone of naives
man ears go...
a man named Ishmael had a secret called nourishment
the fist was a cult of foreign bull's
the season was a measure of courage, for gentle...
an arse owed...
a man named Isaac has a sick bone for home
the ply of a moment to give, and the toe
with a button of clay, he made gold
who is?
the spanked butt of burden
this is the corner of bliss
that made me, a voice of shame, to curt anger...
your name is jude
if but a lip of soldiers ever has the name of another soul
on a bitter wind of the north, we remember the war of Sodom
like a hair pulled, the can't of reason is a still soring...
dragons of count and the pound of a heart
flame is your essence in the reign of could
think, therefore act upon the essence of war
like a sincerity is the first steps of the world...
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Serendipity Measures Up To History Erred...
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