WINE AND GATES
How Long Does It Take To Travel To Hell?
history of the fight
in the hell we admonish, the start of evening
is mortal coil or oil, done by slight?
the method of these, to finish a sound achieving...
my soul for your sincerity, the terror of significance...?
with a moment to moment ide, the right rigor oft your needs
is every thought of solutions in gray a presence?
will the strength of decision's honor be what seed's?
stead for a beauty, in mays of call, the queer with the sense
of unnerving sands of trying times, the liberty in a merciful lend
those creations and their watchful essence, is a wall of misery, come to an end
the very suppose of sink and the many eyes of callous generations, prescience's wind
pride and prejudice, the being of some's in the plaintive light of further more to hurry
them and the truth in a turn of spirit into a courage for all, the waiting stars
made for you and I, the witness of any and the behalf of warmth
formed in the carefulest of minds, for a nature of could to come, for what tarry's
in the space of seclusion...
the taste of unction worth the levity of such, of what is means...
to an end of sign's and indication...
the whether of since, the vow of quiet ages, worth what has, seem's...
to a final longevity of causes in the heart speed of candor, and the right of verve
this wing of some and how, is a labor of conclusions that have the same of heed
the reaches of simplicity to keep a lover of skill's dominion, for an eye to serve
the place of wonder, that has a hope for each of us, in the patience of been, lead
in the hell we admonish, the start of evening
is mortal coil or oil, done by slight?
the method of these, to finish a sound achieving...
my soul for your sincerity, the terror of significance...?
with a moment to moment ide, the right rigor oft your needs
is every thought of solutions in gray a presence?
will the strength of decision's honor be what seed's?
stead for a beauty, in mays of call, the queer with the sense
of unnerving sands of trying times, the liberty in a merciful lend
those creations and their watchful essence, is a wall of misery, come to an end
the very suppose of sink and the many eyes of callous generations, prescience's wind
pride and prejudice, the being of some's in the plaintive light of further more to hurry
them and the truth in a turn of spirit into a courage for all, the waiting stars
made for you and I, the witness of any and the behalf of warmth
formed in the carefulest of minds, for a nature of could to come, for what tarry's
in the space of seclusion...
the taste of unction worth the levity of such, of what is means...
to an end of sign's and indication...
the whether of since, the vow of quiet ages, worth what has, seem's...
to a final longevity of causes in the heart speed of candor, and the right of verve
this wing of some and how, is a labor of conclusions that have the same of heed
the reaches of simplicity to keep a lover of skill's dominion, for an eye to serve
the place of wonder, that has a hope for each of us, in the patience of been, lead
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How Long Does It Take To Travel To Hell?
How Long Does It Take To Travel To Hell?