WINE AND GATES
Caught On Orders Zion Eats Out Of Hand?
the call of redoubt
to my neglecting any
all is for the mete of an estranged out
of causes of curiosity that need the courage of many
redressed and foiled with suppose
the tarry of weal's in the hell of angst, we made
for a stead of breath of concern, to deliver the iota of hold
the soul of some's in the callous rank and file of duty to said...
heaven's know the lip of conscience for a biding bread
the lacking peace of notoriety, is a future to the sense of traits
that have the blend of moments to the fact of signified lead
many notions of gray, and a burden of orange, the purple here to stay?
this is the color red, and I know you for a let of origins
and I am nowhere about the tin of earthen glares, the fury of sophistication
the lurid offering of simplicity to the aging been
we are those in realized woes, if but the clash of implication
why the shroud of heat, hence the nary of cold questions, answer's prefer thumbs
after the spite of recognition that is a lively nature to come forward for its kind
the treacle of such, is a wall to your family of seclusion as it honors one
your answer is still a poorer eye than yours, the truth is a labor of another mind
we are the adding house in your future
never more than food or culture for thought, the luck of a unity's committal
is a squalors answer to the fairing of seed in the path of as and were
that has a special life beyond strife, the energy to seek the well
to my neglecting any
all is for the mete of an estranged out
of causes of curiosity that need the courage of many
redressed and foiled with suppose
the tarry of weal's in the hell of angst, we made
for a stead of breath of concern, to deliver the iota of hold
the soul of some's in the callous rank and file of duty to said...
heaven's know the lip of conscience for a biding bread
the lacking peace of notoriety, is a future to the sense of traits
that have the blend of moments to the fact of signified lead
many notions of gray, and a burden of orange, the purple here to stay?
this is the color red, and I know you for a let of origins
and I am nowhere about the tin of earthen glares, the fury of sophistication
the lurid offering of simplicity to the aging been
we are those in realized woes, if but the clash of implication
why the shroud of heat, hence the nary of cold questions, answer's prefer thumbs
after the spite of recognition that is a lively nature to come forward for its kind
the treacle of such, is a wall to your family of seclusion as it honors one
your answer is still a poorer eye than yours, the truth is a labor of another mind
we are the adding house in your future
never more than food or culture for thought, the luck of a unity's committal
is a squalors answer to the fairing of seed in the path of as and were
that has a special life beyond strife, the energy to seek the well
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Caught On Orders Zion Eats Out Of Hand?
Caught On Orders Zion Eats Out Of Hand?