WINE AND GATES
Found Sam Hill In The Kisses You Gave...?
history, in the may king
step forward, little nation
the toes of infirmity have been met, things
of a drawn sea in search of a clue, of salvation
stick in the mud...
thought to odd bearing's of the sky
the thirst of liberty on your fist, shows us a rosy could
in the annul of heathen, is a play for the tongue to lie
wishes in a faerie well
never seen by a soul, except those that wish too hard
is your name family, to the ghost of seasons we detail for a jaundiced bell
in the heart of somber kisses, is the reason to select a ward
the spider that guards it, said the further we know life
the more the lover of silence is a question to the nerves of God
this and that, the other in the speed of a moment to requiem's sides
thank you journeyman of an appetite for witnesses of a lucky nod
God wants this shadow to live in the open dread of a sincere gaze
God wills the reach of heaven's clarity to the dissuaded eye of callous heads
God weird's on the place of death, that appears on the maps of lips of a smiling daze
God wishes at the well with you, for you, and toward you the license of predators
who know reign when we see them
have an encouraged arm in the behest of a juicy kiss, the forward thought
is for the signature of begotten hugs and the tone of a voice in natures whim
the cowl of survival shows us a place in the earth, for a quiet ought
why?
this is the fruit of the future come, to the seclusion of wisdom made
swallow your pride, the day of guidance's will show, justice is a sigh
of reality in the swing of unity to kind, for the lore of ages said
in the shadow of a collusus of need and the given passion of a place to worth
this idea of creation is brought to you by a neglect, for the sound if and of honor
in the pale light of wisdom anew, the token of exception for the poise of earth
we know you better than you think, the few who have seen the care of youth, to fury's
step forward, little nation
the toes of infirmity have been met, things
of a drawn sea in search of a clue, of salvation
stick in the mud...
thought to odd bearing's of the sky
the thirst of liberty on your fist, shows us a rosy could
in the annul of heathen, is a play for the tongue to lie
wishes in a faerie well
never seen by a soul, except those that wish too hard
is your name family, to the ghost of seasons we detail for a jaundiced bell
in the heart of somber kisses, is the reason to select a ward
the spider that guards it, said the further we know life
the more the lover of silence is a question to the nerves of God
this and that, the other in the speed of a moment to requiem's sides
thank you journeyman of an appetite for witnesses of a lucky nod
God wants this shadow to live in the open dread of a sincere gaze
God wills the reach of heaven's clarity to the dissuaded eye of callous heads
God weird's on the place of death, that appears on the maps of lips of a smiling daze
God wishes at the well with you, for you, and toward you the license of predators
who know reign when we see them
have an encouraged arm in the behest of a juicy kiss, the forward thought
is for the signature of begotten hugs and the tone of a voice in natures whim
the cowl of survival shows us a place in the earth, for a quiet ought
why?
this is the fruit of the future come, to the seclusion of wisdom made
swallow your pride, the day of guidance's will show, justice is a sigh
of reality in the swing of unity to kind, for the lore of ages said
in the shadow of a collusus of need and the given passion of a place to worth
this idea of creation is brought to you by a neglect, for the sound if and of honor
in the pale light of wisdom anew, the token of exception for the poise of earth
we know you better than you think, the few who have seen the care of youth, to fury's
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Found Sam Hill In The Kisses You Gave...?
Found Sam Hill In The Kisses You Gave...?
