WINE AND GATES
Growing Up Heathen, Dates An Eggy Such?
doors on yonder flower
the stay of many eyes in the gold
the reach of sugar in your arms, the waiting power
for a silence and anarchy are history, thinking but the world
your gaiety is found, the reason of liberty in the soul
of partaking the muse of wishes in the thus of isn't
now is the reach of your surmiseal for a time that will
the pangs of endeavor are a must beyond the fingers of mystery
the lovers of tradition, will notice a freer innocence
the lovers of intuition, will judge a sound prevalence
the lovers of abstraction, will dote upon a divulgence in sense
the lovers of distinction, will say a reality of witnesses
born or bored, is ignoration too passionless?
that said, why did the presence of intelligence make interest bloom?
isn't the truth yours, for a question in the ear of destiny, confess?
is a made bedlam, the notion to excel at a grossing wish of doom?
where the doves cry for fire, the right to living in deaths denial
haven't you seen the cloud of difference in the mid day's worth
the penchance in the direction of season is a beauty to live all the while
with a runny nose of the centuries, where the sincere have earned...
their astute observation, on the nature of demons
where by signifying the devil's horns, you know the rainbow of days of colds
which includes the following woman, who specified the lemon
where, ever is on the tongue of dilemma, the children to hold
the stay of many eyes in the gold
the reach of sugar in your arms, the waiting power
for a silence and anarchy are history, thinking but the world
your gaiety is found, the reason of liberty in the soul
of partaking the muse of wishes in the thus of isn't
now is the reach of your surmiseal for a time that will
the pangs of endeavor are a must beyond the fingers of mystery
the lovers of tradition, will notice a freer innocence
the lovers of intuition, will judge a sound prevalence
the lovers of abstraction, will dote upon a divulgence in sense
the lovers of distinction, will say a reality of witnesses
born or bored, is ignoration too passionless?
that said, why did the presence of intelligence make interest bloom?
isn't the truth yours, for a question in the ear of destiny, confess?
is a made bedlam, the notion to excel at a grossing wish of doom?
where the doves cry for fire, the right to living in deaths denial
haven't you seen the cloud of difference in the mid day's worth
the penchance in the direction of season is a beauty to live all the while
with a runny nose of the centuries, where the sincere have earned...
their astute observation, on the nature of demons
where by signifying the devil's horns, you know the rainbow of days of colds
which includes the following woman, who specified the lemon
where, ever is on the tongue of dilemma, the children to hold
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Growing Up Heathen, Dates An Eggy Such?
Growing Up Heathen, Dates An Eggy Such?
