WINE AND GATES
Starting Heirarchy To Find The Many When
native oracle
the thought of sincerity for a grace
in the speed of a spell of little
known words of the gears and pulls of the cosmos
which in the vernacular of seed, is your eye on the rise
the poise of an edgy merit, for the thumb of exaction
in the ways of marriage to confirm the news of here and the toil of piety
we are the lucre of suggestion, for the needs of a liberal intuition
giant judges of summation and the caste of heraldry
is moments until the knock of the next land
the passion we expect to be, the sate of questions and identity
made for a natureless God, of expedited neglect of a memory's hand
penny's and steel of flowers, the answer kindly comes to those that keep
the needs of others and the bother of serendipity's flame, of which charity is all
the tradition of soldiers and the judgment of the heart you seek
left to the unction of finality we know to see the delirium of a corpulance's fall
perhaps all is an overstatement, but there in is the truth
the liberty of vast fortunes of life, shown, know these
the candor of such the more of suicide and the fragile loves of youth
made forever a marvel of insight for your beckoning, if but heaven appeased...
the thought of sincerity for a grace
in the speed of a spell of little
known words of the gears and pulls of the cosmos
which in the vernacular of seed, is your eye on the rise
the poise of an edgy merit, for the thumb of exaction
in the ways of marriage to confirm the news of here and the toil of piety
we are the lucre of suggestion, for the needs of a liberal intuition
giant judges of summation and the caste of heraldry
is moments until the knock of the next land
the passion we expect to be, the sate of questions and identity
made for a natureless God, of expedited neglect of a memory's hand
penny's and steel of flowers, the answer kindly comes to those that keep
the needs of others and the bother of serendipity's flame, of which charity is all
the tradition of soldiers and the judgment of the heart you seek
left to the unction of finality we know to see the delirium of a corpulance's fall
perhaps all is an overstatement, but there in is the truth
the liberty of vast fortunes of life, shown, know these
the candor of such the more of suicide and the fragile loves of youth
made forever a marvel of insight for your beckoning, if but heaven appeased...
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Starting Heirarchy To Find The Many When
Starting Heirarchy To Find The Many When
