WINE AND GATES
Why Destiny Is A Smile For Ear Then...?
yelling at the order
the catch of a throat on tomorrow
this song is from the border
who said of a small today, this is the wind to borrow?
confused?
the touch of measures is a war with a name
the liberty of who'se
the thought went to the south of a game...
where even the toes of anarchy, are at play
the soul of causes in the rigid stare
of a happier day in the passivity of clay
this martyr of use of a drama, is a musty clue to the pear
which in beauty was a driven mind to heed the talk of sincerity
which in duty was a baring prayer in the salt of rumour
which in youthing was a careful misery on the behalf of a rogue mystery
which in routes was a flower that happed upon the mercy of worth
caches for the passion of winter's ordeal?
that perfect underwear will cost, unless a charge of spring
they stink, like the fury of a meal
that somebody served to them, for the peace of the offering
hungry for the shoes of attrition?
thinking but a butterfly, will earn the knock of reason's door
that has, the sunshine as a reality of guarantee's of fruition
fiction, friction, fascination of a weal, will be this parable?
a note in the court of redemption
that is that, the is the, time is time, to give glue a choice
in the sorrow of a land that knows the terror of blind assumption
for a said tradition of lawful, if not awful ways to voice
tying ones shadow in public, a raging rascal of rudimentary risk
is a daisy lacey, for the tried nothing, for now and the praise of a dragon
this ironic steam, this crocogator, this penny from the lizard
is your mind a place to finish the bidding of a ...
the catch of a throat on tomorrow
this song is from the border
who said of a small today, this is the wind to borrow?
confused?
the touch of measures is a war with a name
the liberty of who'se
the thought went to the south of a game...
where even the toes of anarchy, are at play
the soul of causes in the rigid stare
of a happier day in the passivity of clay
this martyr of use of a drama, is a musty clue to the pear
which in beauty was a driven mind to heed the talk of sincerity
which in duty was a baring prayer in the salt of rumour
which in youthing was a careful misery on the behalf of a rogue mystery
which in routes was a flower that happed upon the mercy of worth
caches for the passion of winter's ordeal?
that perfect underwear will cost, unless a charge of spring
they stink, like the fury of a meal
that somebody served to them, for the peace of the offering
hungry for the shoes of attrition?
thinking but a butterfly, will earn the knock of reason's door
that has, the sunshine as a reality of guarantee's of fruition
fiction, friction, fascination of a weal, will be this parable?
a note in the court of redemption
that is that, the is the, time is time, to give glue a choice
in the sorrow of a land that knows the terror of blind assumption
for a said tradition of lawful, if not awful ways to voice
tying ones shadow in public, a raging rascal of rudimentary risk
is a daisy lacey, for the tried nothing, for now and the praise of a dragon
this ironic steam, this crocogator, this penny from the lizard
is your mind a place to finish the bidding of a ...
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Why Destiny Is A Smile For Ear Then...?
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