WINE AND GATES
Cacophany And Time Etc Really Eating Does
forms
of use, in the wishes we made
the part about sour beauty and the future which warms
is a cool draught of thence, to confirm the said
press for a lip, in the past unction
of a salt and its history, the breed of eyes
is a language onto itself, the pride of skin
the irony of death seems to be, the laugh of knowing the skies...
terror from a kiss
the watched powers of need and beckoning heed
is a living same, the taste of argued with?
that catches on the obvious, why did care know the she'd?
but the laughing continues
the war with insincerity, is more than a song to play
it is a rage of angry souls, in the way were, dues
of essence to find in the places we come to and say
here is your answer...
the finality of youth was ours for a liberty's cold
share and the age of yearning for the more, as if survived to heir
in the passion of passing clouds, where the lip of few's, is a face lolled
why then do we keep a salt in the rights of mention we made?
the cough is astounding, their right to live in the better
sort and the richness of worth, to come in the form of hate
just a thought, to the driven nose of courage that said the wedding
wine and the stand of many blown minds in the south
haven't we said the obvious, the tarry of yet another child of guards
garrisoned in the thought of an enemy made form the call of the proud
simply knowing one, and the care of sultry rays that sake the more...
of use, in the wishes we made
the part about sour beauty and the future which warms
is a cool draught of thence, to confirm the said
press for a lip, in the past unction
of a salt and its history, the breed of eyes
is a language onto itself, the pride of skin
the irony of death seems to be, the laugh of knowing the skies...
terror from a kiss
the watched powers of need and beckoning heed
is a living same, the taste of argued with?
that catches on the obvious, why did care know the she'd?
but the laughing continues
the war with insincerity, is more than a song to play
it is a rage of angry souls, in the way were, dues
of essence to find in the places we come to and say
here is your answer...
the finality of youth was ours for a liberty's cold
share and the age of yearning for the more, as if survived to heir
in the passion of passing clouds, where the lip of few's, is a face lolled
why then do we keep a salt in the rights of mention we made?
the cough is astounding, their right to live in the better
sort and the richness of worth, to come in the form of hate
just a thought, to the driven nose of courage that said the wedding
wine and the stand of many blown minds in the south
haven't we said the obvious, the tarry of yet another child of guards
garrisoned in the thought of an enemy made form the call of the proud
simply knowing one, and the care of sultry rays that sake the more...
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