WINE AND GATES
Speed And Dandruff Won't Shave Your Beer?
a spare key
the luck of the house of the grape
minutes of chance, to sublime anarchy
is a handshake the pity of a nation?
watch the language, says your pet dragon
money is funny to an idiot that lives for it
the worth in the hair of anger's legend
the puppet of youth is encouraged to spit
shapes in the mist, of worlds danger is a tryst
of wisdom, truth, and poised isolation
the price of notoriety is with us, the business
of conscience would, the incrimination
notice the spray can, with your name on it
the wall of shared seasons, the act of purpose to find
breathing like a more of need, is the care of a city
a future of sand for a hand of just? the creation of time...
where has the little door on judgment been?
the terror of kissing the money known for thumbs
is a sweet tooth, the tact of youthing of the limit of kind?
show the prayers of now, the turn of children into a deed grown, drum
personally, there is a damn
erudite, well to the kind of wishes we saw leaving with the key
the passion of gold, is in the tension of what the farm
said was a moonless song in the betrayel of energies...
the luck of the house of the grape
minutes of chance, to sublime anarchy
is a handshake the pity of a nation?
watch the language, says your pet dragon
money is funny to an idiot that lives for it
the worth in the hair of anger's legend
the puppet of youth is encouraged to spit
shapes in the mist, of worlds danger is a tryst
of wisdom, truth, and poised isolation
the price of notoriety is with us, the business
of conscience would, the incrimination
notice the spray can, with your name on it
the wall of shared seasons, the act of purpose to find
breathing like a more of need, is the care of a city
a future of sand for a hand of just? the creation of time...
where has the little door on judgment been?
the terror of kissing the money known for thumbs
is a sweet tooth, the tact of youthing of the limit of kind?
show the prayers of now, the turn of children into a deed grown, drum
personally, there is a damn
erudite, well to the kind of wishes we saw leaving with the key
the passion of gold, is in the tension of what the farm
said was a moonless song in the betrayel of energies...
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Speed And Dandruff Won`t Shave Your Beer?
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