WINE AND GATES
Praying With Clouds Didn't See Might, Can...
climbing the gears
of courage and the act of seldom seen time
the tower of shared mention, the toil of fears
is a quiet foot the lover of a sulking rhyme
shame for you, shade for you
the torn cheek of cursed more
is the livid tongue of who
the tarry of unity in the arms of war
sin and damnation?
tin and golden nation?
win and demonstration?
thin and guilty fate of skin?
the buzz in the mirror
the best foot forward, has a smell
that argue this way and that, judgment and beer
should the oracle of a languoring hell
notice the future, in a smile of anarchy?
any tooth of wishes for the rancor of a belling myth?
sweat and a fires energy for the blood of wisdom be?
murder and rape in the care of a suggested with?
the spanking wind, the spanning amen
of a vegetable, grown in native soul
the blindness you decide, is this sock ain't or again?
novice thumbs in the mix, of a crude oil...
one more thing, the horse of night's means
is a face of religion that kept the world at arms length
the beauty of it all, the queen and king of what sings
is a curious or crying vote, for the moment of strength
why do we continue...
the tart thoughts of pining for the craving wind...
the nary of wounds and the salt of reason's good...
by the very fire of youth that excused our's, amen
of courage and the act of seldom seen time
the tower of shared mention, the toil of fears
is a quiet foot the lover of a sulking rhyme
shame for you, shade for you
the torn cheek of cursed more
is the livid tongue of who
the tarry of unity in the arms of war
sin and damnation?
tin and golden nation?
win and demonstration?
thin and guilty fate of skin?
the buzz in the mirror
the best foot forward, has a smell
that argue this way and that, judgment and beer
should the oracle of a languoring hell
notice the future, in a smile of anarchy?
any tooth of wishes for the rancor of a belling myth?
sweat and a fires energy for the blood of wisdom be?
murder and rape in the care of a suggested with?
the spanking wind, the spanning amen
of a vegetable, grown in native soul
the blindness you decide, is this sock ain't or again?
novice thumbs in the mix, of a crude oil...
one more thing, the horse of night's means
is a face of religion that kept the world at arms length
the beauty of it all, the queen and king of what sings
is a curious or crying vote, for the moment of strength
why do we continue...
the tart thoughts of pining for the craving wind...
the nary of wounds and the salt of reason's good...
by the very fire of youth that excused our's, amen
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Praying With Clouds Didn`t See Might, Can...
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