WINE AND GATES
Young Enough To Remember Adding Mirrors On Noahs Ark
no penny's and unspent coughs
with a whirl, wouldn't you keep a star?
in the fist of God; the during, the sterling, the knot's
prices of urges are a tally best left to war
tickle the fancy, the touch of unity's best
in the patience we devoured for a form as the hatred
should a share of gains and the gaiety be expect, the mystery of the west
the right to miracles and the maid of futures liberty is to be said
the image of courtesy in the eaves, of a driven storm
with a poise you garner the thought, of home and the reason of humility
place your lights on low mete, we are the dalliance of anarchy's worm
taste the food, enjoy the company, think the bed a levity...
the flag of the enemy, a face named after heaven's harp
the triumph of yearning in our stead, we cough at the night
where have our mercies been, the truth in the head to ward
maybe urged to neglect, the passion of a crude lip, in the wait for might
bitter toes of unions made for a curiosity
the enemy seems to be, the talk of youthing guilt in the weariness of virginity
by the benign road, we have the pinch and the breath to come to virtuosity
but we doesn't, the terror of from that sent us to hell and back for a sincerity
under the covers and committing suicide, with a fame in the ashes of sides
we know the tooth of vengeance better than we thought, the portent
of common lips in the way, of a seed of madness that used passion as wry
disgusting and vexed, we collect a morsel for a lion's lament
in the days following this, the try of the war is a remnant of sense
patience for a soul in the distress of morbidity is always a shined one
the cant of urgency has damned us for a place to youth, would we assume the begin
of a pleasure in sanity's hidden, for a crass unity of religion?
why?
the courage it took, is a book on the dispersal of water
in the condition we are in, the language of the lie
is a candid fate, for the bliss of the hater?
pennys and a sated cough
with a would, wishes come with a price of a star
in the first of God, the darling, the staring, the kindred ought's
prices of unctions are tall order's for a war...
with a whirl, wouldn't you keep a star?
in the fist of God; the during, the sterling, the knot's
prices of urges are a tally best left to war
tickle the fancy, the touch of unity's best
in the patience we devoured for a form as the hatred
should a share of gains and the gaiety be expect, the mystery of the west
the right to miracles and the maid of futures liberty is to be said
the image of courtesy in the eaves, of a driven storm
with a poise you garner the thought, of home and the reason of humility
place your lights on low mete, we are the dalliance of anarchy's worm
taste the food, enjoy the company, think the bed a levity...
the flag of the enemy, a face named after heaven's harp
the triumph of yearning in our stead, we cough at the night
where have our mercies been, the truth in the head to ward
maybe urged to neglect, the passion of a crude lip, in the wait for might
bitter toes of unions made for a curiosity
the enemy seems to be, the talk of youthing guilt in the weariness of virginity
by the benign road, we have the pinch and the breath to come to virtuosity
but we doesn't, the terror of from that sent us to hell and back for a sincerity
under the covers and committing suicide, with a fame in the ashes of sides
we know the tooth of vengeance better than we thought, the portent
of common lips in the way, of a seed of madness that used passion as wry
disgusting and vexed, we collect a morsel for a lion's lament
in the days following this, the try of the war is a remnant of sense
patience for a soul in the distress of morbidity is always a shined one
the cant of urgency has damned us for a place to youth, would we assume the begin
of a pleasure in sanity's hidden, for a crass unity of religion?
why?
the courage it took, is a book on the dispersal of water
in the condition we are in, the language of the lie
is a candid fate, for the bliss of the hater?
pennys and a sated cough
with a would, wishes come with a price of a star
in the first of God, the darling, the staring, the kindred ought's
prices of unctions are tall order's for a war...
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Young Enough To Remember Adding Mirrors On Noahs Ark
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