WINE AND GATES
A Broken Commercial Cued Sugarlips...
tired of the escalating misery...?
of, if and when the empire of toothsome, hell
to the quick, we are the play of light in history
oil and the misuse of a woman's ear inside a bell...
honor for a particular fall
fell or owe
the tall order of silk in the nose, of a wall
the tried and true tin of polite...
machines on the edge, of a universal lip
torn asunder they would hunt the cordial times
for a locked door of accused mores, the vintage of wine is on your hip
roll out the battery's, we celebrate the power in fire and rhymes
drunk of assertion
the tower of bastion and the breath of redundancy
is a question for a dragon, in the hex of yonder scare of a cringe...
you tell us, where have the misses gone, in history
the booze of choice...
punked life, lunks of pipe
the right to simply stare or walk the voice
is all yours, why the smell of ripe...
back to basic's
school of thought's to know a languoring Thomas for the forthright Billy
what came down the pipe was anything but what is
know a murderous stitch in time, with a breath to match, courtesy of the hill's...
of, if and when the empire of toothsome, hell
to the quick, we are the play of light in history
oil and the misuse of a woman's ear inside a bell...
honor for a particular fall
fell or owe
the tall order of silk in the nose, of a wall
the tried and true tin of polite...
machines on the edge, of a universal lip
torn asunder they would hunt the cordial times
for a locked door of accused mores, the vintage of wine is on your hip
roll out the battery's, we celebrate the power in fire and rhymes
drunk of assertion
the tower of bastion and the breath of redundancy
is a question for a dragon, in the hex of yonder scare of a cringe...
you tell us, where have the misses gone, in history
the booze of choice...
punked life, lunks of pipe
the right to simply stare or walk the voice
is all yours, why the smell of ripe...
back to basic's
school of thought's to know a languoring Thomas for the forthright Billy
what came down the pipe was anything but what is
know a murderous stitch in time, with a breath to match, courtesy of the hill's...
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A Broken Commercial Cued Sugarlips...
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