WINE AND GATES
Taken To An Extreme, This What Is Dirty...?
acrimonious, the nose of vantage in the rain
memory served, milk for a salt, sanity for a fruit
in the passion we made, the parable of same
the tale to be told, a bell gave you your youth...
watch the night sky, for a lip of dilemma in the sates
would you kind the question of violence in the naïve
proud as prayer can seem, the toes of riches know wait
the our and the stone of sour penny's worth the babe
time will tell, all men to be a glamor before the lord
tryst's of gall, thinking but a wisdom is to be a wrath
the tongue of serendipity, the lucre of simplicity whored
their answers to grave circumstance, the walls of vehemence gave...
a fist to honor?
open hearts of kind and gaiety of a clamor for the seem?
choice to collect a drop of water, in the duty of souls of verve?
unction to function, the role of vice as a living witness to deem?
the spirit of a virgin tradition...?
is this knowing nation the stir of something greater?
will we be the culture of noble thoughts, a conscience to see to intuition?
are we the soul of commonness, the acumen of finality to consider?
nobody can tell...
the right of labor for ones own worth, the misery in those
is a reason of generosity the only way to accuse a vain hell
pining for a sense in season's of worth, we know the shadows...?
memory served, milk for a salt, sanity for a fruit
in the passion we made, the parable of same
the tale to be told, a bell gave you your youth...
watch the night sky, for a lip of dilemma in the sates
would you kind the question of violence in the naïve
proud as prayer can seem, the toes of riches know wait
the our and the stone of sour penny's worth the babe
time will tell, all men to be a glamor before the lord
tryst's of gall, thinking but a wisdom is to be a wrath
the tongue of serendipity, the lucre of simplicity whored
their answers to grave circumstance, the walls of vehemence gave...
a fist to honor?
open hearts of kind and gaiety of a clamor for the seem?
choice to collect a drop of water, in the duty of souls of verve?
unction to function, the role of vice as a living witness to deem?
the spirit of a virgin tradition...?
is this knowing nation the stir of something greater?
will we be the culture of noble thoughts, a conscience to see to intuition?
are we the soul of commonness, the acumen of finality to consider?
nobody can tell...
the right of labor for ones own worth, the misery in those
is a reason of generosity the only way to accuse a vain hell
pining for a sense in season's of worth, we know the shadows...?
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Taken To An Extreme, This What Is Dirty...?
Taken To An Extreme, This What Is Dirty...?
