WINE AND GATES
How To Tell The Time In Rows Of Treason
many eyed beast
the breath of enduring's mélange, the watch of iniquity
visions cope for a central fist, in the least
where the courage of sincerity is a plague of identity's
lips to quiet, the terror of such
in these fingers of secluded form, the night to serve me with a thought
the image of managed rage, in the gift of much
your revolution of again, is more than ought
hold there, where have the things of dreams been?
in the kiss of sound you advise is a labor of love
the tooth of anguish has become a novices lips to be seen
and heard for a half of decisions made to thus, us
use the pale mind of reality
the waters included for the price of candor
are the very template, of destruction for a sung chastity
the clash of noses under the vanity of others, a stone of raw orders...
a song of reasons for the drive of senses
the moments of redress and the ache of his
told through the mine of succor at the bottom of the well, suspenses
of this nature, should, the irony of asking for could's bliss
agent entourage, with a pickle to say
the prayers of urged animosity isn't your name
but the luck of mercy to a flirting wage for marvelous any
that has the mind of earthen stares, upon which the whim's...
the breath of enduring's mélange, the watch of iniquity
visions cope for a central fist, in the least
where the courage of sincerity is a plague of identity's
lips to quiet, the terror of such
in these fingers of secluded form, the night to serve me with a thought
the image of managed rage, in the gift of much
your revolution of again, is more than ought
hold there, where have the things of dreams been?
in the kiss of sound you advise is a labor of love
the tooth of anguish has become a novices lips to be seen
and heard for a half of decisions made to thus, us
use the pale mind of reality
the waters included for the price of candor
are the very template, of destruction for a sung chastity
the clash of noses under the vanity of others, a stone of raw orders...
a song of reasons for the drive of senses
the moments of redress and the ache of his
told through the mine of succor at the bottom of the well, suspenses
of this nature, should, the irony of asking for could's bliss
agent entourage, with a pickle to say
the prayers of urged animosity isn't your name
but the luck of mercy to a flirting wage for marvelous any
that has the mind of earthen stares, upon which the whim's...
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How To Tell The Time In Rows Of Treason
How To Tell The Time In Rows Of Treason
