WINE AND GATES

Maybe Ulterior Consideration's Kindly Succor

mister time
beautiful was the knack of survival
isn't the toe of harmony more than a rhyme
the pout of persons under the ripe sun, will

and to anger, for you
the live of other some's
the taste of honor in the end, would
the sordid face of yearning, comes...

for a strange reason in the bolt of season
for the said muse of where and with all
for the powers that be, a sorrow gleaning
for these wishes have the strength to fall

learned with a quiet haste
we know the total of sour edges and the heed of courage engaged
time was a herald of sincerity to qualm and to peace
the form of our victory to give in the sight of the raged

silence in the veins, sirens in the mind
we have collected a heaven for the least of saviors
which in the end was a turning grace in the pace of kind
that showed the worth to care, like you did in all avarice

pay for the shadow, and keep the sanity of a fist
say the blind, and know the charisma of a foiled lip
day the right to sides, and quicken the pace of needs to list
way the door of a simplicity, and cause the voice to sip...


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