WINE AND GATES
Like Salt In The Eye (We Adore The Name)
so sweet, the waters of nuance
patiently we deem you, the courtesy of ages
for the reasons of inclination of essential mention
of a lurid more, in the sense of realities, wages...
merit a hand in your's
like fingers in the season of the rain
the tooth of homage and weariness, know our's
for a greatness of call, to the side of pain
look upon the surface of known courage
for the requiem of since, the show of pride
is form to take the callous forth to the strange?
for a question of symmetry of heed, the panic or the snide?
crass unity in the eaves, the toes of religion will suggest:
the tarry of youth's of a curious liberty's nature
were we the calm before the storm that had a head of molest
with a passion of decision, the neglected and fanatic poor
a fruit for the rest of the cosmos, lean to eyes of searching
the rancor of sensation to kind presence here, in the steps
of a colorful saying in the pace of a humanity, the worthing
is a collosal mistake the heed of the anarchy of whit's?
while the rain seek's the hungry and the blind...
where the fist of conscience knows the brief orchestration...
well, the composure of sincerity to have the ache of mine...
why the passionless voice of craven indiscretion...?
and upon the stone of mere
the drive of a mind, the still lucrid childhood of sorrowing
is water to show the pinch of the world, weird
nobody has the answer, but lover's of tomorrow
presence for a shadow, that knew the terror of courtesy
the taste of poison is yours for a song, that has a harrowed head
with but a life to have in the method of quaintness, the book of worry
is a charge of hunger in the breast of semblances, for a burning bed?
in the end, a tired eye will attest
the walking of an uncanny God in the myth of surging knowledge
the role of contemplation will save, the least
by the very sword you question, the answer is all, the flavor of rage...
patiently we deem you, the courtesy of ages
for the reasons of inclination of essential mention
of a lurid more, in the sense of realities, wages...
merit a hand in your's
like fingers in the season of the rain
the tooth of homage and weariness, know our's
for a greatness of call, to the side of pain
look upon the surface of known courage
for the requiem of since, the show of pride
is form to take the callous forth to the strange?
for a question of symmetry of heed, the panic or the snide?
crass unity in the eaves, the toes of religion will suggest:
the tarry of youth's of a curious liberty's nature
were we the calm before the storm that had a head of molest
with a passion of decision, the neglected and fanatic poor
a fruit for the rest of the cosmos, lean to eyes of searching
the rancor of sensation to kind presence here, in the steps
of a colorful saying in the pace of a humanity, the worthing
is a collosal mistake the heed of the anarchy of whit's?
while the rain seek's the hungry and the blind...
where the fist of conscience knows the brief orchestration...
well, the composure of sincerity to have the ache of mine...
why the passionless voice of craven indiscretion...?
and upon the stone of mere
the drive of a mind, the still lucrid childhood of sorrowing
is water to show the pinch of the world, weird
nobody has the answer, but lover's of tomorrow
presence for a shadow, that knew the terror of courtesy
the taste of poison is yours for a song, that has a harrowed head
with but a life to have in the method of quaintness, the book of worry
is a charge of hunger in the breast of semblances, for a burning bed?
in the end, a tired eye will attest
the walking of an uncanny God in the myth of surging knowledge
the role of contemplation will save, the least
by the very sword you question, the answer is all, the flavor of rage...
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