WINE AND GATES
Weighing The World With Ordeal's Of Steel
still as honor's shadows
thought to be, the talk of a human class
time with a poorer eye, in the way we're owes
the trying face of kind is a hero with a passion...
the touch of unction for a salty kiss...
the mix of unity for an elaborate dole
the patience of a savvy, where we consider this
the presence of evil tiding's in the wage of old...
do you keep a remembered hand for a fruiting lie?
in the end of fates and the call of hate to these
the light of sense was for the running of sincerer nigh
light that could, the taste in world's appeased
speed for a seed of understanding
the thoughts of regiment and the tally of bearing the truth
is a face the salt to understand for an uncanny thing?
think upon a legend and you will see, the brazen youth...
of a soul without the name of decision upon his head
the tact of remorse but a simple star to guide by
the nary do tell of whethering hell, the single tear for the rest lead
the swallow of merciful heaven, the reward of such that is a life to give
the scent of reasons that care for themselves
the wink of decoration and rational for more murder, the tooth of a hateful wish
being the terror of souls with a clue, the road to good judgment delves
for a liberty to ever be, the still of honor in the shadows of each
steel loves to feel
the merit of more than the now to make
in love with a wish for forever to heal
all in a world of yearning for a soul to ache...
thought to be, the talk of a human class
time with a poorer eye, in the way we're owes
the trying face of kind is a hero with a passion...
the touch of unction for a salty kiss...
the mix of unity for an elaborate dole
the patience of a savvy, where we consider this
the presence of evil tiding's in the wage of old...
do you keep a remembered hand for a fruiting lie?
in the end of fates and the call of hate to these
the light of sense was for the running of sincerer nigh
light that could, the taste in world's appeased
speed for a seed of understanding
the thoughts of regiment and the tally of bearing the truth
is a face the salt to understand for an uncanny thing?
think upon a legend and you will see, the brazen youth...
of a soul without the name of decision upon his head
the tact of remorse but a simple star to guide by
the nary do tell of whethering hell, the single tear for the rest lead
the swallow of merciful heaven, the reward of such that is a life to give
the scent of reasons that care for themselves
the wink of decoration and rational for more murder, the tooth of a hateful wish
being the terror of souls with a clue, the road to good judgment delves
for a liberty to ever be, the still of honor in the shadows of each
steel loves to feel
the merit of more than the now to make
in love with a wish for forever to heal
all in a world of yearning for a soul to ache...
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Weighing The World With Ordeal`s Of Steel
Weighing The World With Ordeal`s Of Steel
