WINE AND GATES
Dad Gave A Bear Huge Enough To Call...
tour of callous knuckles
in love with it, the talk of a tart town
on the edge of frugality
the sun to keep me company, why has pride gone and flown?
a breath for infinity, it's war in a side
of comely needs of the joy we deem
in the pace of essence as we come by
guide me to the waters of praise, for a bell and a whim
the ten candles in the where's of the when
was your birthday a dream in the care of an angel?
ready eyes for a smoke of an encouraged season
right to the point, a gift of reasons for heaven and hell?
cake for a sake in tradition made a breeze of leaving
the sight of more than the page of drama in the dignity of can
the play of survival be an interlude to the nature of giving eaves
the paint the town bought for you, is a disease in the plain...
simple faces with a mark for you, the terror of songs without a lip
the tradition of commit, and the whit of summation of the pain
the rage in the thumbs of care that make the world a panic to sit
begin here they say, though the tomb of tomorrow said the oddity to reign
life in the hands of another, with a place of conscience to meld a key
liberty at all costs, of futures of suicide that delved into the hate
luck of a war in the breed of a beast, that knows the clever for a bidding
lords of virtue, that show the ripeness of a fruit that has no name, except sate
put a simpler way
the road to acumen of voices that cheer, the knowledge of charity
crass though a collective sigh is, the choice is yours for a say
where the grace is courage, your passage is made with senses to know, clarity
fish with a right to a tissue from the minding of a lip
the stray ordeal of cults and the candor of estranged wishes
for an intuition of causes served, with the fashion of redeeming gifts
of an entourage of soul's that know the right to each their kin's
in love with it, the talk of a tart town
on the edge of frugality
the sun to keep me company, why has pride gone and flown?
a breath for infinity, it's war in a side
of comely needs of the joy we deem
in the pace of essence as we come by
guide me to the waters of praise, for a bell and a whim
the ten candles in the where's of the when
was your birthday a dream in the care of an angel?
ready eyes for a smoke of an encouraged season
right to the point, a gift of reasons for heaven and hell?
cake for a sake in tradition made a breeze of leaving
the sight of more than the page of drama in the dignity of can
the play of survival be an interlude to the nature of giving eaves
the paint the town bought for you, is a disease in the plain...
simple faces with a mark for you, the terror of songs without a lip
the tradition of commit, and the whit of summation of the pain
the rage in the thumbs of care that make the world a panic to sit
begin here they say, though the tomb of tomorrow said the oddity to reign
life in the hands of another, with a place of conscience to meld a key
liberty at all costs, of futures of suicide that delved into the hate
luck of a war in the breed of a beast, that knows the clever for a bidding
lords of virtue, that show the ripeness of a fruit that has no name, except sate
put a simpler way
the road to acumen of voices that cheer, the knowledge of charity
crass though a collective sigh is, the choice is yours for a say
where the grace is courage, your passage is made with senses to know, clarity
fish with a right to a tissue from the minding of a lip
the stray ordeal of cults and the candor of estranged wishes
for an intuition of causes served, with the fashion of redeeming gifts
of an entourage of soul's that know the right to each their kin's
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Dad Gave A Bear Huge Enough To Call...
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