WINE AND GATES
Tea With The Day's Gone By, On The Chin...
risk and gratuity
pioneers of mete
sworn to water, tomorrow's intuition
ever on our lip's, the quiet heat
here to know a king
anywhere in love, the salt of myriad senses
has the right under a wing
the poised heroism...
sweet winds of virtue
in the eaves of causes to greet
where has the light of dependancy's gone, you
time in the way, time in the heat
pride as a tree, these toes
where have the cold of unity been?
this angry thumb, is made for the benign woes
account us a vaunted tongue, to seem
press of a savior, in metal and gay color
was this aging dream a morsel of meat?
the tired eyes of sincerity to wrap around a patience's valor
the tone of a voice meant for the cares of a sweat
dead moments
of a glaring face formed for the rage
of courage in the courtesy of selection to prevent
the hatred of worth, to clock a legend...
passion agreed, the thought of imagination groomed
time to live in death, time to live in breath
for the future of many, the still of murder, doomed
where the very hands of guidance are alet....
pioneers of mete
sworn to water, tomorrow's intuition
ever on our lip's, the quiet heat
here to know a king
anywhere in love, the salt of myriad senses
has the right under a wing
the poised heroism...
sweet winds of virtue
in the eaves of causes to greet
where has the light of dependancy's gone, you
time in the way, time in the heat
pride as a tree, these toes
where have the cold of unity been?
this angry thumb, is made for the benign woes
account us a vaunted tongue, to seem
press of a savior, in metal and gay color
was this aging dream a morsel of meat?
the tired eyes of sincerity to wrap around a patience's valor
the tone of a voice meant for the cares of a sweat
dead moments
of a glaring face formed for the rage
of courage in the courtesy of selection to prevent
the hatred of worth, to clock a legend...
passion agreed, the thought of imagination groomed
time to live in death, time to live in breath
for the future of many, the still of murder, doomed
where the very hands of guidance are alet....
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Tea With The Day`s Gone By, On The Chin...
Tea With The Day`s Gone By, On The Chin...
