WINE AND GATES
Does This Road Go To Jerusalem?
honor the filth...?
in the bell of liberty we essence
this is the work of giant till
the truth to question is ours for a passion
time to dream of a watery gift
of seldom, in the helm of yours
the way to carnal knowledge is a climb and a lift
to wishes of youth's, in the duty of weird's
life in the we'd
with a cradle of teeth to watch
is your merciful limp so tasteful, we seed?
the purchase of pride is as we tomorrow a suicides ask
presence for you, is a presence to yearn
the dignity is a herald of things to care
for the life of sweet and driven hair to burn
this kick in the head, is brought to you by, the fair
when are we to select our demons for strength?
the devil is a perfect lip to kindly terrorize the meet
as we would, billions of stars for our pleasure, by length
will we ever have the rage to select the treasured earth?
according to the life of another hap, the hate we breed
is a savage in the way, with a cornered spite for snide's wrath
the future be damned, why are we a brass key?
perhaps a child's shadow is no place for a wound to sate
time to collect in the eyes of tomorrow
the right to a color of sides of hell and knowing...
another fury of callous sorts, to question the right to borrow
in the vanity's of silence, the answer is for a God to however...
speed to a lip of heeds that can seek the reason made
the tart and the hum of honor in the wake of years gone by
does this crazy shoe have the sense to live up to love said
in the mere, we saw the future murder the why...
with an arm, for the fright of seldom, is the hunger of need's
knee's with a life to claim for victory, have the sense to learn
particular to the bollocks is the question of fire's taste over she'd
hands and feet of a rare nature know the truth, for a will to earn
poison in your face, with the tradition to answer the vague chance?
of a levity to keep the candor of a press of finality for a sanity
is a wall of sudden warmth to encourage the marriage of instance?
of a door on the war of Sodom, where you are the times, ever changing...
in the bell of liberty we essence
this is the work of giant till
the truth to question is ours for a passion
time to dream of a watery gift
of seldom, in the helm of yours
the way to carnal knowledge is a climb and a lift
to wishes of youth's, in the duty of weird's
life in the we'd
with a cradle of teeth to watch
is your merciful limp so tasteful, we seed?
the purchase of pride is as we tomorrow a suicides ask
presence for you, is a presence to yearn
the dignity is a herald of things to care
for the life of sweet and driven hair to burn
this kick in the head, is brought to you by, the fair
when are we to select our demons for strength?
the devil is a perfect lip to kindly terrorize the meet
as we would, billions of stars for our pleasure, by length
will we ever have the rage to select the treasured earth?
according to the life of another hap, the hate we breed
is a savage in the way, with a cornered spite for snide's wrath
the future be damned, why are we a brass key?
perhaps a child's shadow is no place for a wound to sate
time to collect in the eyes of tomorrow
the right to a color of sides of hell and knowing...
another fury of callous sorts, to question the right to borrow
in the vanity's of silence, the answer is for a God to however...
speed to a lip of heeds that can seek the reason made
the tart and the hum of honor in the wake of years gone by
does this crazy shoe have the sense to live up to love said
in the mere, we saw the future murder the why...
with an arm, for the fright of seldom, is the hunger of need's
knee's with a life to claim for victory, have the sense to learn
particular to the bollocks is the question of fire's taste over she'd
hands and feet of a rare nature know the truth, for a will to earn
poison in your face, with the tradition to answer the vague chance?
of a levity to keep the candor of a press of finality for a sanity
is a wall of sudden warmth to encourage the marriage of instance?
of a door on the war of Sodom, where you are the times, ever changing...
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Does This Road Go To Jerusalem?
Does This Road Go To Jerusalem?
