WINE AND GATES
Waking In The Shoes Of Day's Done
powers in the shoes
of requiem, in the voice of damned ides
time is a lover gone astray, in history's dues
is a taste of yearning, for a same which hides
limelight, and the ripe tomorrow's
of courage for a simple fist, of origins
of a mortal coil, and the which is a stitch in time mores
Christ, why is a speed in the dark so hungry for sins?
they're lovers of the still night
where the candid knew the promise of earning
the marriage of sanity, to vanity for a purer might
narcotics for you, the life of another worthing
walking on the shore of the river of time
where a single step makes a martyr out of any soul
the life of ample story's and the hoary worry of courage's rhyme
does this furious lip to kiss, know me for a lion's dole
straight to the heart, sitting in pains pride
even the myth of violent now, in the passion of how
is a labor to find, the patience of why
is your situation for dont's and wont's of continued need, now
bells to sigh, in the swallow of luridness we made
for a quiet introduction to the problems of the land
these or that of those, we weigh the truth in a hand said
with the levity of since and songs of hope, chances greater than and
ain't necessarily soul...
to simply ask for a better way to the day, of sanctity in energies
personality's of call, and the callous span of exception to a rule
to know honor, is the future of all things that exact purities
with that kiss, is a world onto itself
the choice of virtue over the debacle of vindication of serenity
the poise of more to know, the ley of history in its wealth
where you is the answer to more than the bolt in the blue of anxiety
of requiem, in the voice of damned ides
time is a lover gone astray, in history's dues
is a taste of yearning, for a same which hides
limelight, and the ripe tomorrow's
of courage for a simple fist, of origins
of a mortal coil, and the which is a stitch in time mores
Christ, why is a speed in the dark so hungry for sins?
they're lovers of the still night
where the candid knew the promise of earning
the marriage of sanity, to vanity for a purer might
narcotics for you, the life of another worthing
walking on the shore of the river of time
where a single step makes a martyr out of any soul
the life of ample story's and the hoary worry of courage's rhyme
does this furious lip to kiss, know me for a lion's dole
straight to the heart, sitting in pains pride
even the myth of violent now, in the passion of how
is a labor to find, the patience of why
is your situation for dont's and wont's of continued need, now
bells to sigh, in the swallow of luridness we made
for a quiet introduction to the problems of the land
these or that of those, we weigh the truth in a hand said
with the levity of since and songs of hope, chances greater than and
ain't necessarily soul...
to simply ask for a better way to the day, of sanctity in energies
personality's of call, and the callous span of exception to a rule
to know honor, is the future of all things that exact purities
with that kiss, is a world onto itself
the choice of virtue over the debacle of vindication of serenity
the poise of more to know, the ley of history in its wealth
where you is the answer to more than the bolt in the blue of anxiety
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Waking In The Shoes Of Day`s Done
Waking In The Shoes Of Day`s Done