WINE AND GATES
Presumed Innocent And Guilty Of Life, Still
been into built...?
the secret of visitation of need
in these hands were the kiss willed
of a question of open succor with the heed
build a fire that says the neglect of a union of starts?
of homage and the arrogance of vestige, in love with the other
the taint of anger in the legend of a sweeter land that arts
the sincerity of actual lives, in the terror of answers
are you ready, says the door of inclination in the tilled path
we are the deed of many, the talk of journeys with the day gone by
for a finished idea in the mind of another; the liar, the bath, and the hath
of conscience in my heart, the tradition of essences that knew the world to die
and of a house with a nature seen, the charisma of dealings in the share
of causes greater by the silence that gave, to herald a blessing in worth
the stir of inanity for the mists of time, do you have the lips to care?
condoned with a knuckle and a prayer for the tall order of the earth...
your eyes are showing the selection in the days sun, again
your feet dance with the sands of cope, yet we both know the burden of could
your shadow of consideration for my not, is a ready hand to openly sin
your ache of shoulders of virtue you know for more than the morrow, are would
had like a thumb in the eye, hard is a shame in the will of the drive of the throat
but to this ground we all shall return, ready to seek something else for heavens matter
in the tried and true breath of seclusion that comes to a sailor and his boat
the need of the many is fine, but where did you buy a soul in the turn of breeds added now?
ordeals and the ashes of vindication made violence for the nye
the truth in a simple work of solemn duty, to a more open love for need
the sight of composure for the kiss of being and the clique of domain in the sigh's
of another courage to find, the worth of a simple way for we'd
the secret of visitation of need
in these hands were the kiss willed
of a question of open succor with the heed
build a fire that says the neglect of a union of starts?
of homage and the arrogance of vestige, in love with the other
the taint of anger in the legend of a sweeter land that arts
the sincerity of actual lives, in the terror of answers
are you ready, says the door of inclination in the tilled path
we are the deed of many, the talk of journeys with the day gone by
for a finished idea in the mind of another; the liar, the bath, and the hath
of conscience in my heart, the tradition of essences that knew the world to die
and of a house with a nature seen, the charisma of dealings in the share
of causes greater by the silence that gave, to herald a blessing in worth
the stir of inanity for the mists of time, do you have the lips to care?
condoned with a knuckle and a prayer for the tall order of the earth...
your eyes are showing the selection in the days sun, again
your feet dance with the sands of cope, yet we both know the burden of could
your shadow of consideration for my not, is a ready hand to openly sin
your ache of shoulders of virtue you know for more than the morrow, are would
had like a thumb in the eye, hard is a shame in the will of the drive of the throat
but to this ground we all shall return, ready to seek something else for heavens matter
in the tried and true breath of seclusion that comes to a sailor and his boat
the need of the many is fine, but where did you buy a soul in the turn of breeds added now?
ordeals and the ashes of vindication made violence for the nye
the truth in a simple work of solemn duty, to a more open love for need
the sight of composure for the kiss of being and the clique of domain in the sigh's
of another courage to find, the worth of a simple way for we'd
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Presumed Innocent And Guilty Of Life, Still
Presumed Innocent And Guilty Of Life, Still
