WINE AND GATES
Reason's For Succor, Puns And Chastity?
tension beyond belief?
the toe of sanctimonious guile
in lou of a supported suppose, the count of underneath
the spire of surmiseal we view as wild
blue upon the kneading salt of gray...?
sense in a passive role on the stir of any
the shroud of vestigial occults, the heat of majority
in the finished thought of calamity, we have selected the many
required with a sweeter repose, the more of sensitivity
for a secret rendezvous with sobriety in the till?
we remember the deed of a vile dragon, in these shoes of alacrity
the lot of sin, is merely the tooth of common weal...?
the place of infamy is with you, one stead at a time...
steering clear of a merciless bubble, the day of trouble
knows the anchorage of a loved season to fend for rhyme
the candor of vague lips to guess, are you one to kill...
ten of sides, in the wrend of smiles that had the guilt
sitting in the breath of a friend, is no place for ends to meet?
curiosity of a lucid fist, in the let smell of a flower to wilt
is this decorum of sore sugar and regency of lewd succor, a bothered sweat?
the toe of sanctimonious guile
in lou of a supported suppose, the count of underneath
the spire of surmiseal we view as wild
blue upon the kneading salt of gray...?
sense in a passive role on the stir of any
the shroud of vestigial occults, the heat of majority
in the finished thought of calamity, we have selected the many
required with a sweeter repose, the more of sensitivity
for a secret rendezvous with sobriety in the till?
we remember the deed of a vile dragon, in these shoes of alacrity
the lot of sin, is merely the tooth of common weal...?
the place of infamy is with you, one stead at a time...
steering clear of a merciless bubble, the day of trouble
knows the anchorage of a loved season to fend for rhyme
the candor of vague lips to guess, are you one to kill...
ten of sides, in the wrend of smiles that had the guilt
sitting in the breath of a friend, is no place for ends to meet?
curiosity of a lucid fist, in the let smell of a flower to wilt
is this decorum of sore sugar and regency of lewd succor, a bothered sweat?
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Reason`s For Succor, Puns And Chastity?
Reason`s For Succor, Puns And Chastity?