WINE AND GATES
Lords Of Darkness And Robin's Etc....
money for forward thinking
in our fists, the being of emancipation
a drive of callous sigh's, in the inkling
of the prayer for the desire of intuition
a cross before the ladder?
the stars know the kite should say...
these points of life, in the turn of a mind into response adding
are a honor to give to a house of any
winding the clock, in a home of chalk
we seek for periods of unknown lore
the church to give a gift of sin's cope before milk
the nuance of reason is worth the here of war
religion is a tart fruit in the care of a land
the power to adjust, in the language of old, a lamb
is the sorts we include for a neglected hand
money is as a moment says, the gird of demand
running for the border, the tooth of the want
is ours for a candor of silences selection of days
we are the independent, the sincere to fend for a haunt
poised to correct the ordeal for the obvious, usual is an anticipated sate
living in the capital, the breed of edges of sanity has the vote
the tarry of urges and the purges of anxiety, think the more
the way to self and inclusion of unity as weird is, the hope
is a best friend the reality of seclusion of sense, the future of an odd sort?
at home with a favorite philosophy
the lord of uniqueness is a word to the wishes, not the wise
which is the summation of our honor, to keep as a liberty
will, says a smile in the rage, we have few's to despise
anchors of beauty in the harbor, anger of breeds in the hate
we have more than a cloud to nourish us with need, the thought of enmity
is a rational of culture to relinquish a sanction of shade
to know as a ship of a chance, to bless the now sleeping anarchy
will you continue, the virtue of suicide to realize an aging dole in that life
can the turn of misery into a myriad luster for the mete of worth
be your strength to learn the times in the salt of what was a strife
with the touch of powers made for you, in the courage's we call earth
in our fists, the being of emancipation
a drive of callous sigh's, in the inkling
of the prayer for the desire of intuition
a cross before the ladder?
the stars know the kite should say...
these points of life, in the turn of a mind into response adding
are a honor to give to a house of any
winding the clock, in a home of chalk
we seek for periods of unknown lore
the church to give a gift of sin's cope before milk
the nuance of reason is worth the here of war
religion is a tart fruit in the care of a land
the power to adjust, in the language of old, a lamb
is the sorts we include for a neglected hand
money is as a moment says, the gird of demand
running for the border, the tooth of the want
is ours for a candor of silences selection of days
we are the independent, the sincere to fend for a haunt
poised to correct the ordeal for the obvious, usual is an anticipated sate
living in the capital, the breed of edges of sanity has the vote
the tarry of urges and the purges of anxiety, think the more
the way to self and inclusion of unity as weird is, the hope
is a best friend the reality of seclusion of sense, the future of an odd sort?
at home with a favorite philosophy
the lord of uniqueness is a word to the wishes, not the wise
which is the summation of our honor, to keep as a liberty
will, says a smile in the rage, we have few's to despise
anchors of beauty in the harbor, anger of breeds in the hate
we have more than a cloud to nourish us with need, the thought of enmity
is a rational of culture to relinquish a sanction of shade
to know as a ship of a chance, to bless the now sleeping anarchy
will you continue, the virtue of suicide to realize an aging dole in that life
can the turn of misery into a myriad luster for the mete of worth
be your strength to learn the times in the salt of what was a strife
with the touch of powers made for you, in the courage's we call earth
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Lords Of Darkness And Robin`s Etc....
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