WINE AND GATES
A Lately Come Johnny Is Better Than None
born to penny's
sword in hand, I cleave the salt
of an image we noted to be
in the tears of causes to fault
oblivion, the crime of a sense
in my still wandering heart
the church of denial, in wan was a lands
in my mind, I start
running for the sea
the tooth to wish upon, the now in the neglect
need was a clockwork fruit, had like an enemy
but I have found, the sea to expect
criss cross, memory served a halo
caring finishes, of a metal to know glue
space for a praised, lords of quiet courage
chosen poorness, the hat of condition in the new
pride and the further kisses, of the sun
the wash of sensation alive, in my call
for tradition to be a bit more dragon, a little best demon
remember me when I die, this face to life's fall
till the more is many, mine is a soul
that has the deem of a being seclusion of worlds greater
than the right to sin, seduction and the dole
knowing this and all, we breathe for these and its hatred
sword in hand, I cleave the salt
of an image we noted to be
in the tears of causes to fault
oblivion, the crime of a sense
in my still wandering heart
the church of denial, in wan was a lands
in my mind, I start
running for the sea
the tooth to wish upon, the now in the neglect
need was a clockwork fruit, had like an enemy
but I have found, the sea to expect
criss cross, memory served a halo
caring finishes, of a metal to know glue
space for a praised, lords of quiet courage
chosen poorness, the hat of condition in the new
pride and the further kisses, of the sun
the wash of sensation alive, in my call
for tradition to be a bit more dragon, a little best demon
remember me when I die, this face to life's fall
till the more is many, mine is a soul
that has the deem of a being seclusion of worlds greater
than the right to sin, seduction and the dole
knowing this and all, we breathe for these and its hatred
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A Lately Come Johnny Is Better Than None
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