WINE AND GATES
A Callously Made Hat To Keep You What?
left to the center of the note
the sweeter the spin of the world, the can of use
in this needy eye, we remember your hope
the count of reflection worth the blind or the abuse?
sweaty fingers, searching for the answer
bests knuckle for the sick, suckle for the babes
and the house of reason to the fastness, of a yesterday
worth the vision of urgency to come, the habit of witnesses accolades
poignancy at the door of a coarse motion, in the grab of wisdom
the business of a passing oblivion, to know for a salt
in the crass assessment of a question to the thirst of God?
is their conscience the greater method of patience, is a Sodom to fault?
with the blue of the sky, comes the nature of kingdom come
the take of unity for a solemn could, in the patience of others
the burden of sincerity to confirm, the coarseness of a running
anger and the thief of reason in our arms, for a moment, than no one bothers?
the dour of reality, the vantage of a voice to consider the obvious
the lips of wages unheard of, until a moment ago
the price of visitation of the truth, to know for a blindness of dust
the pace of again, the stones of need in the praise of a land, to own
the kiss of problems, the kiss of honor
in a mind meant for the salvation of a noble key, the tooth of anxiety
is your finish of the land's worth, the pairing of a damned gloom, for their...
wishes of silence in the task at hand, the future for the moment of liberty?
stupidity under any other name...
was a herald of kinds to guess the ordeal of vows in the first place...
prayer and sunshine, the oracle of possibility to know a certain fame...
of joy, do you know the court of aggression for a draft, of pence's occasion...
angels in the shadow of a house
have you heard the decency of a livid can, to be a prayer for is
we are ignore, we have sored, the deliciousness of a mind to keep a sound
of continued delight of an ear to hear, the shown passing of bliss
the sweeter the spin of the world, the can of use
in this needy eye, we remember your hope
the count of reflection worth the blind or the abuse?
sweaty fingers, searching for the answer
bests knuckle for the sick, suckle for the babes
and the house of reason to the fastness, of a yesterday
worth the vision of urgency to come, the habit of witnesses accolades
poignancy at the door of a coarse motion, in the grab of wisdom
the business of a passing oblivion, to know for a salt
in the crass assessment of a question to the thirst of God?
is their conscience the greater method of patience, is a Sodom to fault?
with the blue of the sky, comes the nature of kingdom come
the take of unity for a solemn could, in the patience of others
the burden of sincerity to confirm, the coarseness of a running
anger and the thief of reason in our arms, for a moment, than no one bothers?
the dour of reality, the vantage of a voice to consider the obvious
the lips of wages unheard of, until a moment ago
the price of visitation of the truth, to know for a blindness of dust
the pace of again, the stones of need in the praise of a land, to own
the kiss of problems, the kiss of honor
in a mind meant for the salvation of a noble key, the tooth of anxiety
is your finish of the land's worth, the pairing of a damned gloom, for their...
wishes of silence in the task at hand, the future for the moment of liberty?
stupidity under any other name...
was a herald of kinds to guess the ordeal of vows in the first place...
prayer and sunshine, the oracle of possibility to know a certain fame...
of joy, do you know the court of aggression for a draft, of pence's occasion...
angels in the shadow of a house
have you heard the decency of a livid can, to be a prayer for is
we are ignore, we have sored, the deliciousness of a mind to keep a sound
of continued delight of an ear to hear, the shown passing of bliss
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A Callously Made Hat To Keep You What?
A Callously Made Hat To Keep You What?
