WINE AND GATES
Is Knowing People, Hair Religion, Good?
same today, same tomorrow
the torch in my hand, for but an hour
where the mete is a shrewd interval of how
is this issue of conformity my only power?
regret a thumb and its heed as a seed?
pretty, poignant, or pouting at new daylight
the stirring authority of houses to lead
is a sate of patience, the callous and the right?
poor to the since in the name of a tongue
the lucre in told circles, is a memory the breathe of loving...?
special, was the name to give, the role of history to come
this ark of selection, only before the salt we keep as soming
redoubt and the speed it takes to love you
the thirst for solace in the needs of a choice that said truth
for a quiet memory beyond the liberty in a clash with should
taken for beauty, time with a duty in the power of who'th
bout this time, the rage of succinct thought for a better day
the ask of demands and the barren lip of require, the soul of any
in the burden of gains of since the essence we made, for the all of sayings
from cause of yesterday, to keep a guarded secret in the passion of many?
liars will be liars
the stone of evil will still break the bone if not the home
but the service to an ideal life, is more than a cant of reasons before cowards
the still beating heart of completeness to the seek, of a heaven known...
the torch in my hand, for but an hour
where the mete is a shrewd interval of how
is this issue of conformity my only power?
regret a thumb and its heed as a seed?
pretty, poignant, or pouting at new daylight
the stirring authority of houses to lead
is a sate of patience, the callous and the right?
poor to the since in the name of a tongue
the lucre in told circles, is a memory the breathe of loving...?
special, was the name to give, the role of history to come
this ark of selection, only before the salt we keep as soming
redoubt and the speed it takes to love you
the thirst for solace in the needs of a choice that said truth
for a quiet memory beyond the liberty in a clash with should
taken for beauty, time with a duty in the power of who'th
bout this time, the rage of succinct thought for a better day
the ask of demands and the barren lip of require, the soul of any
in the burden of gains of since the essence we made, for the all of sayings
from cause of yesterday, to keep a guarded secret in the passion of many?
liars will be liars
the stone of evil will still break the bone if not the home
but the service to an ideal life, is more than a cant of reasons before cowards
the still beating heart of completeness to the seek, of a heaven known...
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Is Knowing People, Hair Religion, Good?
Is Knowing People, Hair Religion, Good?
