WINE AND GATES
Do You Notice A Presence In The Yet, Woes?
guided by stares
to the need of gilded lips
where the face of force is a quiet hum of a care
to the simplicity of naked whit's
for a joke that said the obvious:
what seeks the heat of heathen like the tormented earth?
cope and the ropey future of sincerity, to quell a notorious...
mouth, the call of duty that kissed worth
liberty to dwell
time and the edict of thought
to give and to summate, tell
the gird of such, the remark of not's
a million in stars in one mind
the tried and true hunt of days
the climb of a stone to the ancient of rhymes
is whether your humanity, for a candor of says
pining for the livid touch of unique memory to delve
in to the need of neglect of sanity, to vouch for a pittance
of quiet questions to the self
answer us this, why is your hand the only laugh of instance?
shadow puppets each, given names of hellions
the truth in a spittle, is a fantasy come true
the pout of culture and its epistle to religions
that itch of youth, is made for us, the rigor of universe's could
pretty figures
of a very and the harrowed life in the tree's of disdain
where are we to give qualm, but in the form of surety
where the lion is a lamb in love, with a gage of reign
boredom and swords of finality, the taste of meet
gouged from the heed of prescience, the ache of reality
to give angel's the presence of a life to suit, the regret
of a place in heaven, to make the now the new, peculiarity...
the controversy is over
the power to answer the times for the breath of another, regain
the total of similarity to the sins, of a child of crimson and clover
this face of eternal swiftness of the toes of pain...
to the need of gilded lips
where the face of force is a quiet hum of a care
to the simplicity of naked whit's
for a joke that said the obvious:
what seeks the heat of heathen like the tormented earth?
cope and the ropey future of sincerity, to quell a notorious...
mouth, the call of duty that kissed worth
liberty to dwell
time and the edict of thought
to give and to summate, tell
the gird of such, the remark of not's
a million in stars in one mind
the tried and true hunt of days
the climb of a stone to the ancient of rhymes
is whether your humanity, for a candor of says
pining for the livid touch of unique memory to delve
in to the need of neglect of sanity, to vouch for a pittance
of quiet questions to the self
answer us this, why is your hand the only laugh of instance?
shadow puppets each, given names of hellions
the truth in a spittle, is a fantasy come true
the pout of culture and its epistle to religions
that itch of youth, is made for us, the rigor of universe's could
pretty figures
of a very and the harrowed life in the tree's of disdain
where are we to give qualm, but in the form of surety
where the lion is a lamb in love, with a gage of reign
boredom and swords of finality, the taste of meet
gouged from the heed of prescience, the ache of reality
to give angel's the presence of a life to suit, the regret
of a place in heaven, to make the now the new, peculiarity...
the controversy is over
the power to answer the times for the breath of another, regain
the total of similarity to the sins, of a child of crimson and clover
this face of eternal swiftness of the toes of pain...
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Do You Notice A Presence In The Yet, Woes?
Do You Notice A Presence In The Yet, Woes?
