WINE AND GATES
Swordfighting For The Next Generation, Devil!?
the lamb to switch
penny in the heed of cults
them, the tact of a new dream, to itch
the wind you got to wash, of faults
the rose on the land
imagine a face with marriage in its shine
the count of briefness, and the courage of a sand
with a mire of salt, know the sublime
weal's of courage, though to maybe chew
strength of a zeal, tug ouch cold error
limit's of age, this is nice, to cousin's
things that rhyme, which time in terror
grease or glue
we all grow up to adults
the bath in the blue...
seek the idea of future wool's
pretty little eye
thinking the strong, the merit in a burp of Nye
I imagine the skip of future lies
this is your star to guide bye
life in the prayers of another
lingering cope, for a sanity to murder
the range of voice - is a wealth one to bother
the final violence of changes of swords there
has you been the tradition of guile
forlorn to sworn duty, we smile at the world
the pinch and question of seeing the height of miles
thank you for the must of opinion to earn...
isolation and instancy
the try of conscience in the sun
the wet ear of completed, sanity
the searched for, a gaze begun
penny in the heed of cults
them, the tact of a new dream, to itch
the wind you got to wash, of faults
the rose on the land
imagine a face with marriage in its shine
the count of briefness, and the courage of a sand
with a mire of salt, know the sublime
weal's of courage, though to maybe chew
strength of a zeal, tug ouch cold error
limit's of age, this is nice, to cousin's
things that rhyme, which time in terror
grease or glue
we all grow up to adults
the bath in the blue...
seek the idea of future wool's
pretty little eye
thinking the strong, the merit in a burp of Nye
I imagine the skip of future lies
this is your star to guide bye
life in the prayers of another
lingering cope, for a sanity to murder
the range of voice - is a wealth one to bother
the final violence of changes of swords there
has you been the tradition of guile
forlorn to sworn duty, we smile at the world
the pinch and question of seeing the height of miles
thank you for the must of opinion to earn...
isolation and instancy
the try of conscience in the sun
the wet ear of completed, sanity
the searched for, a gaze begun
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Swordfighting For The Next Generation, Devil!?
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