WINE AND GATES
Home Wreckons With Angels To Greet...
time to eat an olive?
the rigor of sameness in your hand
is a labor in the lovers of reasons to give
for a quiet introduction to the breed of the land
quiet, for we know the legend of King Midas
like a kite with a treasure attached, the need of courtesy
is a fabric, your essence of get and got to the whether of use
owe the turn of eyes into the fortune of silence we adjust for heraldry
golden sigh's of the tooth we adore
extreme insinuation of virtue in the limelight of consciences for a son
the daughter of guise and guile will know the tooth for open war
bleach and order, ordeal of comparison of the world begun...
signatures of silver, beyond the truth in the braced year of the dragon
imaginations of tin, the turn of torment into a lit valley of kinds
integrity of reason, copper in the still of earthen mores for a lip to a wine flagon
irony is the cost of the soul, in the adjourned ship of reality, for a classic rhyme
have you or have you not, the still of a heart in your hand
the might of knowledge for a fruiting tree that says you, in the half of good energies
the right to lore in the sport of the foreign, is a raging fire in the land
the torrid example of a fool, in the fury of knots, the future for your finished...
final to the nerve, of a river in the sight of an angry mob
the truth you put on display, the terror of wishes in the randomness of may
is a rage of sigh's to the firm notion of a night, the mare of a guess at hope?
your courage: the naked trophy of a virgin in the stir of the world, to sate...
the rigor of sameness in your hand
is a labor in the lovers of reasons to give
for a quiet introduction to the breed of the land
quiet, for we know the legend of King Midas
like a kite with a treasure attached, the need of courtesy
is a fabric, your essence of get and got to the whether of use
owe the turn of eyes into the fortune of silence we adjust for heraldry
golden sigh's of the tooth we adore
extreme insinuation of virtue in the limelight of consciences for a son
the daughter of guise and guile will know the tooth for open war
bleach and order, ordeal of comparison of the world begun...
signatures of silver, beyond the truth in the braced year of the dragon
imaginations of tin, the turn of torment into a lit valley of kinds
integrity of reason, copper in the still of earthen mores for a lip to a wine flagon
irony is the cost of the soul, in the adjourned ship of reality, for a classic rhyme
have you or have you not, the still of a heart in your hand
the might of knowledge for a fruiting tree that says you, in the half of good energies
the right to lore in the sport of the foreign, is a raging fire in the land
the torrid example of a fool, in the fury of knots, the future for your finished...
final to the nerve, of a river in the sight of an angry mob
the truth you put on display, the terror of wishes in the randomness of may
is a rage of sigh's to the firm notion of a night, the mare of a guess at hope?
your courage: the naked trophy of a virgin in the stir of the world, to sate...
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Home Wreckons With Angels To Greet...
Home Wreckons With Angels To Greet...
