WINE AND GATES
A Secret For The Wishes Of Angry Sates
saved, the time between your best behaved knots
who is the catch of the day?
a younger judge of business that rots
or a semblance of guile in the sate?
the answer is invariably a greeting
unless you know one better, the demons of gaiety
have a show of yours, for the west to know, eating
the build of forms in the rain, the shade of anxiety
one bunch for the history stunk
the name of witnesses in the frank silence of it all
them to the tooth, in the ridicule of a new bit of junk
the treachery of a stirring echo in your hands, the which of sensation to fall?
another bunch of string in the survival of a grace
the turn of selection into a one horse town
the spite of crassness in a method beyond your realm of says
these things make the place of condition known...
treasured above all, the problem of earns bunch
is a patient and bold friend to liberate the taking of a life...
for the neglect of sincerity that comes, the tooth to have a hunch
in the anniversary of seclusion forth the might, of a new one to have strife
strings and things, the taste of honor to come
the watching arse of Semitism, is yours for a liberal light
but know the breadth of causes we have come from
even the dread of sin, is a majesty for you to keep sight
best taken with the milk, of human kindness
the reach of unity in your heart is greater, if known for the still of night
the logic it took to keep the pace, the information of when the wind does come to bless
the simplicity of a thought for the more we are, the culture of since the right
who is the catch of the day?
a younger judge of business that rots
or a semblance of guile in the sate?
the answer is invariably a greeting
unless you know one better, the demons of gaiety
have a show of yours, for the west to know, eating
the build of forms in the rain, the shade of anxiety
one bunch for the history stunk
the name of witnesses in the frank silence of it all
them to the tooth, in the ridicule of a new bit of junk
the treachery of a stirring echo in your hands, the which of sensation to fall?
another bunch of string in the survival of a grace
the turn of selection into a one horse town
the spite of crassness in a method beyond your realm of says
these things make the place of condition known...
treasured above all, the problem of earns bunch
is a patient and bold friend to liberate the taking of a life...
for the neglect of sincerity that comes, the tooth to have a hunch
in the anniversary of seclusion forth the might, of a new one to have strife
strings and things, the taste of honor to come
the watching arse of Semitism, is yours for a liberal light
but know the breadth of causes we have come from
even the dread of sin, is a majesty for you to keep sight
best taken with the milk, of human kindness
the reach of unity in your heart is greater, if known for the still of night
the logic it took to keep the pace, the information of when the wind does come to bless
the simplicity of a thought for the more we are, the culture of since the right
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A Secret For The Wishes Of Angry Sates
A Secret For The Wishes Of Angry Sates
