WINE AND GATES
Peppered Or Prophecizing, As Sates Imagine
theory of a bland man
time with our needs all in a row
the tree's of a savage answer to the wan
of a remark, that sewed the seed of this love:
pinch of mustard, thought of catsup
with vinegar in the hand of youth's
is the crass a berry in the fairer watch
marriage is in the middle, with a breath for couth's
spilled milk, the future of our sanity's
the thought for a longevity in the deal of a lifetime
this to hurry, is a craving vanity
for the reason of cold comfort in the form of the limelight
sand in your eye...
the tart edges of a cause in the toil of etc. ...
the bible to give a liberty in the lies...
fecundity of a comely fire is for the met, variety...
the toe of history is a wage in the east
the mouth of divine intent is a misery in the west
the belly of insidious merit is a problem of the north, yeast
the throat of causes for a bread, are the role of southern zest
right here, right now
the fashion of mortal kind, and the wine of mercy to a rational
is a face without a name, a form to sincerity and the elect how...
why the terror of seldom, in the art of idiocy that comes, for a blood?
the thought of a towel in the sugar
this water of needs and the nature of things to come
is for the same panic we found of a whole to show, war
that old legend of dreadful things, would you succumb?
children of an orange and the suffocating wind
the timid reliance of salt, is your mind for a soul
the pride in the distance of a remorse for sin
is yours, the rage of a demon on the prowl ...
time with our needs all in a row
the tree's of a savage answer to the wan
of a remark, that sewed the seed of this love:
pinch of mustard, thought of catsup
with vinegar in the hand of youth's
is the crass a berry in the fairer watch
marriage is in the middle, with a breath for couth's
spilled milk, the future of our sanity's
the thought for a longevity in the deal of a lifetime
this to hurry, is a craving vanity
for the reason of cold comfort in the form of the limelight
sand in your eye...
the tart edges of a cause in the toil of etc. ...
the bible to give a liberty in the lies...
fecundity of a comely fire is for the met, variety...
the toe of history is a wage in the east
the mouth of divine intent is a misery in the west
the belly of insidious merit is a problem of the north, yeast
the throat of causes for a bread, are the role of southern zest
right here, right now
the fashion of mortal kind, and the wine of mercy to a rational
is a face without a name, a form to sincerity and the elect how...
why the terror of seldom, in the art of idiocy that comes, for a blood?
the thought of a towel in the sugar
this water of needs and the nature of things to come
is for the same panic we found of a whole to show, war
that old legend of dreadful things, would you succumb?
children of an orange and the suffocating wind
the timid reliance of salt, is your mind for a soul
the pride in the distance of a remorse for sin
is yours, the rage of a demon on the prowl ...
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Peppered Or Prophecizing, As Sates Imagine
Peppered Or Prophecizing, As Sates Imagine