WINE AND GATES
Integrity Or Intellect, Umbrella's For Stare's?
panic at the ponies
keep mercy for a night owl
think prescience for a cat of nine tails
seek the fox in the crazes of the world
now is yours, for an angry fire
the pain of silence of a loved one...
forever the can't of seldom to wishes of secrecy of a liar
is a knick your blessing of salt, the truth of risking independence?
as the luck would have it, isn't enough
the terror of seeing manifest curses of season's change
is but a song in the rue, of cold questions, as the love
the tradition of earnest images to learn, is your fate in the land?
curiosity for a science of paths and hath's, glow's?
presumed pie in the patience's of cause, they knew the dim?
elect often's of notoriety to stop traffic of other's, in shadows?
myriad possibilities of condition for a simple query, of the whim?
now in hand, the finished muse
this clash of grace is made for the sin of ashes
the waking meter of myth, for but a sicker taste, good
for a single kiss, than the decorum of youth, racism or fascism
clay?
the play of unity to devour the whole, is a device the only care
of an original idea of sorts found for the majority of any?
this star of fallen whether is a collection of former peers?
time to put the stereo to bed, with a good book
more than a question of heresy versus the history of men as known
the rigor of hearing a tooth is a means to an end, in all ways look
upon the signature of the devil of countenance that keeps its own...
keep mercy for a night owl
think prescience for a cat of nine tails
seek the fox in the crazes of the world
now is yours, for an angry fire
the pain of silence of a loved one...
forever the can't of seldom to wishes of secrecy of a liar
is a knick your blessing of salt, the truth of risking independence?
as the luck would have it, isn't enough
the terror of seeing manifest curses of season's change
is but a song in the rue, of cold questions, as the love
the tradition of earnest images to learn, is your fate in the land?
curiosity for a science of paths and hath's, glow's?
presumed pie in the patience's of cause, they knew the dim?
elect often's of notoriety to stop traffic of other's, in shadows?
myriad possibilities of condition for a simple query, of the whim?
now in hand, the finished muse
this clash of grace is made for the sin of ashes
the waking meter of myth, for but a sicker taste, good
for a single kiss, than the decorum of youth, racism or fascism
clay?
the play of unity to devour the whole, is a device the only care
of an original idea of sorts found for the majority of any?
this star of fallen whether is a collection of former peers?
time to put the stereo to bed, with a good book
more than a question of heresy versus the history of men as known
the rigor of hearing a tooth is a means to an end, in all ways look
upon the signature of the devil of countenance that keeps its own...
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Integrity Or Intellect, Umbrella`s For Stare`s?
Integrity Or Intellect, Umbrella`s For Stare`s?