WINE AND GATES
Skin To Win, Souls To World, Forever Young...
synergy, in focus
the droll role of absolutes, for a bearing know
in this candor of questions to the thus
the reason of means and seems, show us a heady blow
the turn of vacancy of the rudimentary rhyme
this and that, the talk of an uneven lip, the history of lies
is a rage of pronouncement of said, the way to a serious mind
the art of honor, is meld is felled, with an accurate salt for the blind?
eyes that terrorize you with a bitter gaze, the memory that aids
quiet interlude, if not the thought of two, in lore's mention
the cant of who'th the cat thought the tongue a mighty tear to fade
where we are, the selection of methods for the nuance of a nation
foreign borders with a count for you
the sin of august lips, to tell a tale in backward rhymes
the charisma of suggestion to be found in the mercy you knew
is this quiet side of heaven, the place of awkward crimes?
patterned order, and the hat of worth in love
the style of steel in the heart to feel, the knowledge of hell
is a work beyond the whistle of the horizon, an accord of the hawk or the dove?
does this knee of origins if not opportunity, know you for a liberty till
quite the sensation, of legends and the myth of suppose
then in the eaves of generality, the play of causes is a wake of a keeping ghost
the ruse of reality versus the nursing of done, is an allegiance to those
why have we become the stir of innocence in the vagueness of life's boat?
penny for your thoughts, the limelight of sincerity in mind for sight
slight of salt in the wage of need, the comparison of seed as a mystery
must the waiting of courage be the mouth of unity, if but a saying of might
mention the stay of history, and an ear of symmetry will show us a city...?
the droll role of absolutes, for a bearing know
in this candor of questions to the thus
the reason of means and seems, show us a heady blow
the turn of vacancy of the rudimentary rhyme
this and that, the talk of an uneven lip, the history of lies
is a rage of pronouncement of said, the way to a serious mind
the art of honor, is meld is felled, with an accurate salt for the blind?
eyes that terrorize you with a bitter gaze, the memory that aids
quiet interlude, if not the thought of two, in lore's mention
the cant of who'th the cat thought the tongue a mighty tear to fade
where we are, the selection of methods for the nuance of a nation
foreign borders with a count for you
the sin of august lips, to tell a tale in backward rhymes
the charisma of suggestion to be found in the mercy you knew
is this quiet side of heaven, the place of awkward crimes?
patterned order, and the hat of worth in love
the style of steel in the heart to feel, the knowledge of hell
is a work beyond the whistle of the horizon, an accord of the hawk or the dove?
does this knee of origins if not opportunity, know you for a liberty till
quite the sensation, of legends and the myth of suppose
then in the eaves of generality, the play of causes is a wake of a keeping ghost
the ruse of reality versus the nursing of done, is an allegiance to those
why have we become the stir of innocence in the vagueness of life's boat?
penny for your thoughts, the limelight of sincerity in mind for sight
slight of salt in the wage of need, the comparison of seed as a mystery
must the waiting of courage be the mouth of unity, if but a saying of might
mention the stay of history, and an ear of symmetry will show us a city...?
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Skin To Win, Souls To World, Forever Young...
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