WINE AND GATES
Something Odd Days Urged Mud But Yet ...
eggs ala mode
hell, in a hamburger
but the pepper, is an honest toe
future to suit, in the myth of a word, there
demonic prestige, for a knot
the luck would save it, a hair pining in the sod
these requiems of panic and the state of sanity for a lot
is a walk of torment, in the shade of a guard of seldom lives, to laud?
metal ordeals, metal weal's
this whistle and this kiss, show a martyr of solidarity
in your hand, the skip of wizened tongues, the right to a miracle
a prayer for fair skies to return, the reign was a herald of pomposity
day of turning lands, the tart end of a social tree
thieves of assumptions to devour the ley, the song of misery
is a language onto love, the tout of sincerity to be?
see the brown become gray, the scent of salvation in history?
we eat the meal with a smile
we earned the driven mind of a heaven's mile
we excited the senses of retribution with a succor's denial
we eulogize the nipple of kharma, for a logic in the sky, wild
the child waits upon a hungry knee
the child wants berries in the fold, to keep a contrite reason
the child wishes at the well of Moloch, for a kiss of anarchy
the child works in a coal mine, with a bird named season?
who, where and whores?
the talking of a bird in the hush, is a liberty we know for a carnal...
the sense it took to like the days gone by...
the if of stiff ends to live, in the ebbing of a sea to swell
what are your manners?
the dead and the truthful, honest as a kidding in the play
of a catch of house can be, the tooth of answers
is with a devil of an island in the sun's time with age
hell, in a hamburger
but the pepper, is an honest toe
future to suit, in the myth of a word, there
demonic prestige, for a knot
the luck would save it, a hair pining in the sod
these requiems of panic and the state of sanity for a lot
is a walk of torment, in the shade of a guard of seldom lives, to laud?
metal ordeals, metal weal's
this whistle and this kiss, show a martyr of solidarity
in your hand, the skip of wizened tongues, the right to a miracle
a prayer for fair skies to return, the reign was a herald of pomposity
day of turning lands, the tart end of a social tree
thieves of assumptions to devour the ley, the song of misery
is a language onto love, the tout of sincerity to be?
see the brown become gray, the scent of salvation in history?
we eat the meal with a smile
we earned the driven mind of a heaven's mile
we excited the senses of retribution with a succor's denial
we eulogize the nipple of kharma, for a logic in the sky, wild
the child waits upon a hungry knee
the child wants berries in the fold, to keep a contrite reason
the child wishes at the well of Moloch, for a kiss of anarchy
the child works in a coal mine, with a bird named season?
who, where and whores?
the talking of a bird in the hush, is a liberty we know for a carnal...
the sense it took to like the days gone by...
the if of stiff ends to live, in the ebbing of a sea to swell
what are your manners?
the dead and the truthful, honest as a kidding in the play
of a catch of house can be, the tooth of answers
is with a devil of an island in the sun's time with age
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Something Odd Days Urged Mud But Yet ...
Something Odd Days Urged Mud But Yet ...
