WINE AND GATES
Wind In The Lock, Mind On The Key
selection is difficult
for a sound tempest and the wrestling of a conscience
beauty and the thought of a lap, in these minds we fault
the thanks of eaves that judged the cant of prescience
all of five, in the way
the poised sunshine or the moons scope of dignity
the prayer of deem for its today
is a looking glass the fate of knowing loves impiety?
stupid, lucrid, abhoration of cyanide
the leaf to pull, with a salt in the vague eye
of sincerity thought to be, the collapse of wried
finality of seclusion of more than ides, the tale to lie
upon the bed of curiosity
where the sound of a dismal liberty, is a claim on the future
where have the cherubim and the souls of sex, been virtuosity?
in the causes of meter of an angry sky open to terror
worth your fist, your kiss, and the imagination of your is
the love in view, is made for the tact of envy like a step further
the chance of guile, the panic of style, and the while of bliss
for a song, the tell of seduction in the throat of being, worrier...
metal made for the fruit of future contempt, the song is with us all ways but
down, the nature of turns and the climbing suspicion of the meek
prejudice of mortal since and the sulk of needs, in the cup of always the lust
when, which, thoughts of knee's harmony in the feast of eyes, that you seek
patience for the toes of common sense
the myth of nuance in the mouth of composure for the slight
of collusion of the motive of the work of neglect and irk of suspense
point the guile of love in the direction of a mighty...
for a sound tempest and the wrestling of a conscience
beauty and the thought of a lap, in these minds we fault
the thanks of eaves that judged the cant of prescience
all of five, in the way
the poised sunshine or the moons scope of dignity
the prayer of deem for its today
is a looking glass the fate of knowing loves impiety?
stupid, lucrid, abhoration of cyanide
the leaf to pull, with a salt in the vague eye
of sincerity thought to be, the collapse of wried
finality of seclusion of more than ides, the tale to lie
upon the bed of curiosity
where the sound of a dismal liberty, is a claim on the future
where have the cherubim and the souls of sex, been virtuosity?
in the causes of meter of an angry sky open to terror
worth your fist, your kiss, and the imagination of your is
the love in view, is made for the tact of envy like a step further
the chance of guile, the panic of style, and the while of bliss
for a song, the tell of seduction in the throat of being, worrier...
metal made for the fruit of future contempt, the song is with us all ways but
down, the nature of turns and the climbing suspicion of the meek
prejudice of mortal since and the sulk of needs, in the cup of always the lust
when, which, thoughts of knee's harmony in the feast of eyes, that you seek
patience for the toes of common sense
the myth of nuance in the mouth of composure for the slight
of collusion of the motive of the work of neglect and irk of suspense
point the guile of love in the direction of a mighty...
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Wind In The Lock, Mind On The Key
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