WINE AND GATES
Stirred Star's And The Handkerchief, Atlas...
hit me up
of a lounge singer with a crude gift
from the cancer in the jar, a zealot of guff
the vindication of soul, blowing the horn for a brief...
they gave the power of yearning for snide, to find in the street
lit by the torrid cares, of the passion of mustn't and meant
the pinch of salvation is all thine, for all to keep
get the tear of jaundiced times, and you have found the lent
penny's for brass concern's
the watch of the wash, in the those of future wishes
here and the pear of a sullen chance, with a packaged worm
comes the truth on the bent legs of justice, the right to, attrition?!
pound cake and coward's place
in the till of unity we assumed a face
regular offender's, the tooth to yellow for lavender, the gift of sigh's in the race
meted with a signature of a kind of, to unwind in, during crazed...
the tools of youth, is our belly's, the tart envy of foreign acts?
with a prayer for the shoes we abhor in the shadow of the sun
since you were a choking squalor, the sign of the times, fiction of facts?
of the blind man before you, that knew the where in the sincerity of a gun
shape of things to climb and cling
the merit of exaction of the reasons we fewed to hold babes, the knick of pain
in the care of another built, to reach of what we mean
as for a soul of hurt eyes in the neither, the pass of rain...
here is your silver whistle in the frankness of a repentant tongue
the chance of the clock on the wall, if your a ghost ring twice
the part of the praise we found, a phantom, for a liberty haunt
above the fire of a home of seclusion of the wry's
terror and the ashes of a petty fire, for your hands to prune
the life of a neglect, with a sincerity of questioned legs
the pyre of consistent language in the jest of doom...
just for a person of liberty, we see the lips of worthiness in ages
persistent rumors, for a fruit on the tongue?
werewolves and the sunning dragon of hap, in nestled peace, skip and tap
though of doing, the meter of silence for the first heed among
the persuasion of a smoke, or least time in the ...
lament of a soul with the best of the blessed
horses of a different color, were you a guess at the table or the fable?
angels of the northern toe of curiosity may be a guest
of the cringe of walls that had no name, until...
of a lounge singer with a crude gift
from the cancer in the jar, a zealot of guff
the vindication of soul, blowing the horn for a brief...
they gave the power of yearning for snide, to find in the street
lit by the torrid cares, of the passion of mustn't and meant
the pinch of salvation is all thine, for all to keep
get the tear of jaundiced times, and you have found the lent
penny's for brass concern's
the watch of the wash, in the those of future wishes
here and the pear of a sullen chance, with a packaged worm
comes the truth on the bent legs of justice, the right to, attrition?!
pound cake and coward's place
in the till of unity we assumed a face
regular offender's, the tooth to yellow for lavender, the gift of sigh's in the race
meted with a signature of a kind of, to unwind in, during crazed...
the tools of youth, is our belly's, the tart envy of foreign acts?
with a prayer for the shoes we abhor in the shadow of the sun
since you were a choking squalor, the sign of the times, fiction of facts?
of the blind man before you, that knew the where in the sincerity of a gun
shape of things to climb and cling
the merit of exaction of the reasons we fewed to hold babes, the knick of pain
in the care of another built, to reach of what we mean
as for a soul of hurt eyes in the neither, the pass of rain...
here is your silver whistle in the frankness of a repentant tongue
the chance of the clock on the wall, if your a ghost ring twice
the part of the praise we found, a phantom, for a liberty haunt
above the fire of a home of seclusion of the wry's
terror and the ashes of a petty fire, for your hands to prune
the life of a neglect, with a sincerity of questioned legs
the pyre of consistent language in the jest of doom...
just for a person of liberty, we see the lips of worthiness in ages
persistent rumors, for a fruit on the tongue?
werewolves and the sunning dragon of hap, in nestled peace, skip and tap
though of doing, the meter of silence for the first heed among
the persuasion of a smoke, or least time in the ...
lament of a soul with the best of the blessed
horses of a different color, were you a guess at the table or the fable?
angels of the northern toe of curiosity may be a guest
of the cringe of walls that had no name, until...
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