WINE AND GATES
Yearing And Being, The Reason Of Semblances
smiles from yesterday
the truth in a present day pariah's sermon
is a kind devil in your way, the future patience...
was a black eye the total of your earning?
panic at the sight, of deliverance
of virtue from the lips of chastity, the metal of means
is a water your only recourse for the kiss of blindness
the wash of sincerity is religion of cans, the irony of the whims
the flower of unity, to give a swim of conscience
the might of a knowing city of delves and the ankle of issues
thought once the karma of suit, the foot of comparative silence
is a brazen and callous form to livid tissue...
prayers to bells of vows
various of tell to proud
tension in the stink of selection, to garner a house
of rhymes of reason under the cloud
sunshine and the pining of a pink attest
the laugh of seldom seen causes in the woe
is a labor of luck, to the lord lest
the fingers of possibility to kind, a foe
worth the may, how for a questionable sulking
the silk of human matrimony, is a wisdom of logic
where the future is for the idea of since and the words talking
form the image of unity in your mind, never gone, none tragic
accept the obvious, a dragon of heraldry will say
the sate of yearning is a secluded interest in portrayal
of a motion of universes, on the tip of the tongue to play
in the same, the right to came, the fame of a reason loyal...
the truth in a present day pariah's sermon
is a kind devil in your way, the future patience...
was a black eye the total of your earning?
panic at the sight, of deliverance
of virtue from the lips of chastity, the metal of means
is a water your only recourse for the kiss of blindness
the wash of sincerity is religion of cans, the irony of the whims
the flower of unity, to give a swim of conscience
the might of a knowing city of delves and the ankle of issues
thought once the karma of suit, the foot of comparative silence
is a brazen and callous form to livid tissue...
prayers to bells of vows
various of tell to proud
tension in the stink of selection, to garner a house
of rhymes of reason under the cloud
sunshine and the pining of a pink attest
the laugh of seldom seen causes in the woe
is a labor of luck, to the lord lest
the fingers of possibility to kind, a foe
worth the may, how for a questionable sulking
the silk of human matrimony, is a wisdom of logic
where the future is for the idea of since and the words talking
form the image of unity in your mind, never gone, none tragic
accept the obvious, a dragon of heraldry will say
the sate of yearning is a secluded interest in portrayal
of a motion of universes, on the tip of the tongue to play
in the same, the right to came, the fame of a reason loyal...
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Yearing And Being, The Reason Of Semblances
Yearing And Being, The Reason Of Semblances
