WINE AND GATES
Where Does Thus End And This Begin?
I see the must, of your insight
the language of a nude contempt, for a lip
the reason of reality to fend, for a victory in might
the life of yearning for a question of sanity on a hip
angry at the talking
merit a stone with a curiosity
jaded sight to a found sulking
the touch of bitterness of virtuosity
rhyming with a solution in craved ordeals, the future to quietly heal
is a marriage of now, that knows the fruit of harmony like the devil
this furious tongue with a deem of mete, is in the shadows of evil
you are the prodigy of personalities in the sameness we adore, that hasn't the weal
they took, you look
upon the city of caring like a tool is to a master
this bright eye is yours still, for we make the name of youth
your forte, without a being salt in the wishes of a vestige of a hater
of blessing's
as a shrewd wisdom has yearned for your voice to cause a ruckus
the pyre of semblance is a reason to find in the pace of westing's
do you notice a baser kiss in the tact of a foreign liberty, the luster
of a sand is forever your reward
you saw it, as well as me, the kind of religion for a sense of purpose
the total of uniqueness to a trance of unction that came to a ward
time is a breathing sanity in the wayward space of may to loose
love at neglect?
is the silence of condition here to find your patronage
correct, of a sin is a wage to confirm the reflection
where the tarry of since is for a patience to collect, as a nation
the future owes you a flag of dalliance
the passion you showed, with a part for now and never
the shame of wishes of the prayer ode to heaven, a callous reliance
youth is a rage of uniqueness to the senses of the answers of am's lover
get drunk another day, and the stillness of the night will fight
fly with the turn of presses of oddity, and you will see the heirs of could
this might, to the finality of life, is a pass of what is right
about the world, this angry need for the fruit of prescience, is all and shouldn't
and then the days are made for decency
and then the sate of courage is a law onto the same of sly
and then the mayhem of sad levity to a whimsy
and then the spate of union to keep in the mind of triumph
the language of a nude contempt, for a lip
the reason of reality to fend, for a victory in might
the life of yearning for a question of sanity on a hip
angry at the talking
merit a stone with a curiosity
jaded sight to a found sulking
the touch of bitterness of virtuosity
rhyming with a solution in craved ordeals, the future to quietly heal
is a marriage of now, that knows the fruit of harmony like the devil
this furious tongue with a deem of mete, is in the shadows of evil
you are the prodigy of personalities in the sameness we adore, that hasn't the weal
they took, you look
upon the city of caring like a tool is to a master
this bright eye is yours still, for we make the name of youth
your forte, without a being salt in the wishes of a vestige of a hater
of blessing's
as a shrewd wisdom has yearned for your voice to cause a ruckus
the pyre of semblance is a reason to find in the pace of westing's
do you notice a baser kiss in the tact of a foreign liberty, the luster
of a sand is forever your reward
you saw it, as well as me, the kind of religion for a sense of purpose
the total of uniqueness to a trance of unction that came to a ward
time is a breathing sanity in the wayward space of may to loose
love at neglect?
is the silence of condition here to find your patronage
correct, of a sin is a wage to confirm the reflection
where the tarry of since is for a patience to collect, as a nation
the future owes you a flag of dalliance
the passion you showed, with a part for now and never
the shame of wishes of the prayer ode to heaven, a callous reliance
youth is a rage of uniqueness to the senses of the answers of am's lover
get drunk another day, and the stillness of the night will fight
fly with the turn of presses of oddity, and you will see the heirs of could
this might, to the finality of life, is a pass of what is right
about the world, this angry need for the fruit of prescience, is all and shouldn't
and then the days are made for decency
and then the sate of courage is a law onto the same of sly
and then the mayhem of sad levity to a whimsy
and then the spate of union to keep in the mind of triumph
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Where Does Thus End And This Begin?
Where Does Thus End And This Begin?