WINE AND GATES
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chastity inverted...
taken yet...
pies that worthed...
oddity in the met...
your deodorant is as good as mine
my David is a labor to involve the shy
courtesy via curiosity via sign's
lucre is a prayer to the gift of an eye
when a myriad use of spite...
is a play for relationship's of nyed...
copes and sophistication of crazes of the sweet of might...
does steel have an answer, the sight of a kiss wried?
right, the bout of angry spirits in the maze of oblivion
left, the pace of a juggernaut to taste the fruit of method
above, the call of duty is a sorrow with an encouraged salt for existence
below, is a many footed ordeal of sincerity to have an eye on bother
the arms of disdain, hate your anger
the walk of fame, has a life on the lamb
the chalk of serious notion, is for a lord of lament, to linger
the dogs of war, see you as an angel with a vacant tongue
lords of despair, know the sea
searching for the manhood of a proud wisdom
the cult of angenue is at fault of uniting the need
of a wind in the eaves, of a pining virgin
how?
go answer the tooth of a clever God
heard in the annul, as a silence is golden, the power
to assure the fury of worth a tale to come with a different nod
taken yet...
pies that worthed...
oddity in the met...
your deodorant is as good as mine
my David is a labor to involve the shy
courtesy via curiosity via sign's
lucre is a prayer to the gift of an eye
when a myriad use of spite...
is a play for relationship's of nyed...
copes and sophistication of crazes of the sweet of might...
does steel have an answer, the sight of a kiss wried?
right, the bout of angry spirits in the maze of oblivion
left, the pace of a juggernaut to taste the fruit of method
above, the call of duty is a sorrow with an encouraged salt for existence
below, is a many footed ordeal of sincerity to have an eye on bother
the arms of disdain, hate your anger
the walk of fame, has a life on the lamb
the chalk of serious notion, is for a lord of lament, to linger
the dogs of war, see you as an angel with a vacant tongue
lords of despair, know the sea
searching for the manhood of a proud wisdom
the cult of angenue is at fault of uniting the need
of a wind in the eaves, of a pining virgin
how?
go answer the tooth of a clever God
heard in the annul, as a silence is golden, the power
to assure the fury of worth a tale to come with a different nod
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See The Typewriter, Personally Give A Dam
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