WINE AND GATES
"More Urges Naked Given Bread & Aliens"
cold
and the finish of God
in the reign, of a heart to hold
and the devil given the nod
watching the tower
we saw a crack of lightning
that piece of a flower
was their for the righting
sign here, in your mother's milk
the pining of callous and sometimes devoid of life
people who know a savage a silk
that is the throws of a courtesy down the pipe's
somewhere a mind sees a plant
the tact of urgency and the fluidity of anon
comes the tendering of a courage to land
the salt of reasons made, rational of a strong...
and then there was a sea's shadow
in the belly of the city of our might
the taste of guidance, and the chance of a changing season, to owe
was a fruit that said the tart of terror will be light
riches of untold planes, the nourishment of a bane
the secret of good measure, is with us like an Adam and Eve
the war of waters and fathers to have raw sugar, and many...
the future has been told by an imbecile, and his thought to deceive
a wife with somewhere to got tomorrow
the rash of use in the limelight to a western breeze
the candid poise of grease to fail the need of a worth harrowed
the beginning of a breed of disease...
still the light to vapors and the hater of time
has a reality to their breath and the naked fury of a stead
this smoldering care is fair for the head of a rhyme
we share the burden, like the rule of a finger to question
and then the ice cracked
we are the stoic reply to an age old reply to a dream
where is my shoulder if I singe the blood fantastic?
perhaps a laugh is a surface of another limb...
and the finish of God
in the reign, of a heart to hold
and the devil given the nod
watching the tower
we saw a crack of lightning
that piece of a flower
was their for the righting
sign here, in your mother's milk
the pining of callous and sometimes devoid of life
people who know a savage a silk
that is the throws of a courtesy down the pipe's
somewhere a mind sees a plant
the tact of urgency and the fluidity of anon
comes the tendering of a courage to land
the salt of reasons made, rational of a strong...
and then there was a sea's shadow
in the belly of the city of our might
the taste of guidance, and the chance of a changing season, to owe
was a fruit that said the tart of terror will be light
riches of untold planes, the nourishment of a bane
the secret of good measure, is with us like an Adam and Eve
the war of waters and fathers to have raw sugar, and many...
the future has been told by an imbecile, and his thought to deceive
a wife with somewhere to got tomorrow
the rash of use in the limelight to a western breeze
the candid poise of grease to fail the need of a worth harrowed
the beginning of a breed of disease...
still the light to vapors and the hater of time
has a reality to their breath and the naked fury of a stead
this smoldering care is fair for the head of a rhyme
we share the burden, like the rule of a finger to question
and then the ice cracked
we are the stoic reply to an age old reply to a dream
where is my shoulder if I singe the blood fantastic?
perhaps a laugh is a surface of another limb...
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`More Urges Naked Given Bread & Aliens`
`More Urges Naked Given Bread & Aliens`
