WINE AND GATES
And To Nations Give Hugs In Return?
about good tidings
and the method to a liberal use of virtue
in the steady light of careful gold, and the mores we deem a pious right
including the sense to live in the doldrum of youth
sanity for a pleasant day
the watch of unity is formed with a resounding owe
the knock of earth is a labor to self and the kind, we imitate
for a sound of joy in the mouth of another, that is a heed of Noah
insanity for a precious night, the talk of unction to identify the delve of sorrow
the wages of affirmation are a lip to sanctify for a sour accord that dwelled now
the roses you send, the limes you choose for, the vanilla you think succulent, is tomorrow
where the youth of callous acceptance know a place for love's how
so, who ate the moon?
the sun fears your every step, the waiting game of selection for a thundering enemy
and the mercy we made, is a common sense to deliver the compunction of soon
tarry with a soul in the astounding light of misery, and you to will know history
the must of a new born child?
the honor for words set to metal for a futures kin?
ages of habits of horizons made a deal of anger to be mild?
throats of irony, to save the works of yonder lend?
this is the strength of today
where even the foot fall of hatred is circumspect for an our of duty
we know you like the parable of condition to say
the mere of doom in your heart, does it ever have a smile for anarchy?
and the method to a liberal use of virtue
in the steady light of careful gold, and the mores we deem a pious right
including the sense to live in the doldrum of youth
sanity for a pleasant day
the watch of unity is formed with a resounding owe
the knock of earth is a labor to self and the kind, we imitate
for a sound of joy in the mouth of another, that is a heed of Noah
insanity for a precious night, the talk of unction to identify the delve of sorrow
the wages of affirmation are a lip to sanctify for a sour accord that dwelled now
the roses you send, the limes you choose for, the vanilla you think succulent, is tomorrow
where the youth of callous acceptance know a place for love's how
so, who ate the moon?
the sun fears your every step, the waiting game of selection for a thundering enemy
and the mercy we made, is a common sense to deliver the compunction of soon
tarry with a soul in the astounding light of misery, and you to will know history
the must of a new born child?
the honor for words set to metal for a futures kin?
ages of habits of horizons made a deal of anger to be mild?
throats of irony, to save the works of yonder lend?
this is the strength of today
where even the foot fall of hatred is circumspect for an our of duty
we know you like the parable of condition to say
the mere of doom in your heart, does it ever have a smile for anarchy?
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And To Nations Give Hugs In Return?
And To Nations Give Hugs In Return?
