WINE AND GATES
Care This End Unto Powers As Seen Worthy
protégé in the birth of a silence
the changed season, the fury of roaming methods
is a wall, the only still hand, by chance
of a friend of knowing, the turn of sour odds?
into a labor of love, the dole of angst
to fend for the rest of their longings
where we are, we know the grip, the pangs
of thoughts of the better half of wronging's
power to a penny, the think of duty
for a night of sincerity, as thick as demands become...
the role of violence and its history's chance, glare at reality
the power is yours and mine, for a depending atone
the thanks of youth, the tranquility of ages
the merit of a solemn heed in the mouth of another
the lucre of sigh's of chastity, in ways and means wages
of creation to show and to bother
where have we been, where do we do?
the language of knowing is for out the tongue of owing
the part of simplicity and the keep of authority, who
seek the same, in the fate of worth, ever lowing
the day has come, for our breeds as a lip of distance
to an ideal liberty to solve, the nature of things
in their innermost selves, the theory to delve, with conscience
upon the reach of love, in the very words of ideas
the changed season, the fury of roaming methods
is a wall, the only still hand, by chance
of a friend of knowing, the turn of sour odds?
into a labor of love, the dole of angst
to fend for the rest of their longings
where we are, we know the grip, the pangs
of thoughts of the better half of wronging's
power to a penny, the think of duty
for a night of sincerity, as thick as demands become...
the role of violence and its history's chance, glare at reality
the power is yours and mine, for a depending atone
the thanks of youth, the tranquility of ages
the merit of a solemn heed in the mouth of another
the lucre of sigh's of chastity, in ways and means wages
of creation to show and to bother
where have we been, where do we do?
the language of knowing is for out the tongue of owing
the part of simplicity and the keep of authority, who
seek the same, in the fate of worth, ever lowing
the day has come, for our breeds as a lip of distance
to an ideal liberty to solve, the nature of things
in their innermost selves, the theory to delve, with conscience
upon the reach of love, in the very words of ideas
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Care This End Unto Powers As Seen Worthy
Care This End Unto Powers As Seen Worthy