WINE AND GATES
Does Pepper And Love Make Oil A Kind...?
done with the compassion
the treachery of disdain in the evening
we selected the arms of guidance
in the breath of blows come toward reason...
the tongue of a friend in the ashtray
mirrors and the inner moist fears of a novice
the quaint beauty of a solitude in the suns rays
makes the nary of very the staring oil in the wry's
crass of a neutral voice, the terror of thanks to a bread
the waters of unity showed us in the charisma of vice via nice
here is your though, for a new lip of conscience to guess as lead
the time has come, throw the rice
the battle of heraldry
in the arms of a passionate bird, without a chance
for the care of silence and the must of reasoning the politics of we'd
the bliss of youth's in the looking glance
notice it...
the pie in the meadow was for you, like a whole in the head
the voice of advantage for a questioning thought for sates
imagined with a pear, the drive for naked demands of the said...
Adam wear your brightest hat
Eve swear the judgment of callous stones in the brook
Cain know the place of urges to be a sorrowful tomorrow with a breath
Abel play with the stories that made you a finger forsook
not the nightmare you made?
nor the future that sells the truth for a prized breeze?
now the brazen thing of unction for the pasts well made hatred?
Noah, do you have the sense to quiet it with a sneeze?
the treachery of disdain in the evening
we selected the arms of guidance
in the breath of blows come toward reason...
the tongue of a friend in the ashtray
mirrors and the inner moist fears of a novice
the quaint beauty of a solitude in the suns rays
makes the nary of very the staring oil in the wry's
crass of a neutral voice, the terror of thanks to a bread
the waters of unity showed us in the charisma of vice via nice
here is your though, for a new lip of conscience to guess as lead
the time has come, throw the rice
the battle of heraldry
in the arms of a passionate bird, without a chance
for the care of silence and the must of reasoning the politics of we'd
the bliss of youth's in the looking glance
notice it...
the pie in the meadow was for you, like a whole in the head
the voice of advantage for a questioning thought for sates
imagined with a pear, the drive for naked demands of the said...
Adam wear your brightest hat
Eve swear the judgment of callous stones in the brook
Cain know the place of urges to be a sorrowful tomorrow with a breath
Abel play with the stories that made you a finger forsook
not the nightmare you made?
nor the future that sells the truth for a prized breeze?
now the brazen thing of unction for the pasts well made hatred?
Noah, do you have the sense to quiet it with a sneeze?
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Does Pepper And Love Make Oil A Kind...?
Does Pepper And Love Make Oil A Kind...?
