WINE AND GATES
Gin And Tonic Hasn't Ordered Lemon In New Ears
America in view
the tooth faery with an eye patch
the riddle in the mirror, for a sion
concern the fangs of the serpent with the watch
a hill with a bitter reason
the rag of knuckles in your space, the times are a changing
by the craft of unique heroes to the season
of countrymen with a panicked woman within the grasp of strangers
the terror of milk, in the nose
the right side of religion's hair, to keep a courage
of a blank eyed enemy without one to lose
that would be , the tired armpit of a living's wage
sore futures to escape the sorcery of guile in our view?
the stale steel of vaguery in the shadows of worth?
the spoiled bidding of oil in the rage of soil, to care for the flower's dew?
the road to fury, the city of destiny as we know it, on this earth?
why then did we still the more in the eaves?
does this conscience of the dragon and the hip, name a new ship?
could the fruit of human kindness, be the sense to live for what is heaven's?
is that crushed ice for the new in town, or should we just offer spit?
more than this, the nature of a city about to fall asleep...
the taste of alcohol on the need of considered facts...
in the moisture of a cunning name, the fair come to deep...
just like the waiting car for an actor...
the tooth faery with an eye patch
the riddle in the mirror, for a sion
concern the fangs of the serpent with the watch
a hill with a bitter reason
the rag of knuckles in your space, the times are a changing
by the craft of unique heroes to the season
of countrymen with a panicked woman within the grasp of strangers
the terror of milk, in the nose
the right side of religion's hair, to keep a courage
of a blank eyed enemy without one to lose
that would be , the tired armpit of a living's wage
sore futures to escape the sorcery of guile in our view?
the stale steel of vaguery in the shadows of worth?
the spoiled bidding of oil in the rage of soil, to care for the flower's dew?
the road to fury, the city of destiny as we know it, on this earth?
why then did we still the more in the eaves?
does this conscience of the dragon and the hip, name a new ship?
could the fruit of human kindness, be the sense to live for what is heaven's?
is that crushed ice for the new in town, or should we just offer spit?
more than this, the nature of a city about to fall asleep...
the taste of alcohol on the need of considered facts...
in the moisture of a cunning name, the fair come to deep...
just like the waiting car for an actor...
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Gin And Tonic Hasn`t Ordered Lemon In New Ears
Gin And Tonic Hasn`t Ordered Lemon In New Ears
