WINE AND GATES
Gathering A Fruit Meant For You, In Choices
paradise or panic
the lovers of agreeal will heed
the problem of ought, the wheel of sanity
is at a cross roads, where the seek of deed...
is another lover of ought
the state of inclusion is a wall in the eye
to deserve the neglect of simplicity, a fateless not?
that can begin here, to see the sense in a lie
we remember you, like the back of our hand
or so the story goes, the witnessing flowers of exception
the might included with a spoken name, the nearer the land
to a heart, the more you gain a sense of intuition
but the stir of echoes in our anger, the stir of anger in our sides
of pronouncement and the skill of tongues that made us a dream of piety
that now of need is with a swifter time, the comparison of could and shied
for the spare intellect of a semblance of reason, to finish with a mouth of anxiety
round to wish, the sound of a breath
these days are for the fury's of sincerity to come
the naïve and the still worthing kiss of dread, even death
is a leering mind with a salt to climb, the ordeal of shames some
the lovers of agreeal will heed
the problem of ought, the wheel of sanity
is at a cross roads, where the seek of deed...
is another lover of ought
the state of inclusion is a wall in the eye
to deserve the neglect of simplicity, a fateless not?
that can begin here, to see the sense in a lie
we remember you, like the back of our hand
or so the story goes, the witnessing flowers of exception
the might included with a spoken name, the nearer the land
to a heart, the more you gain a sense of intuition
but the stir of echoes in our anger, the stir of anger in our sides
of pronouncement and the skill of tongues that made us a dream of piety
that now of need is with a swifter time, the comparison of could and shied
for the spare intellect of a semblance of reason, to finish with a mouth of anxiety
round to wish, the sound of a breath
these days are for the fury's of sincerity to come
the naïve and the still worthing kiss of dread, even death
is a leering mind with a salt to climb, the ordeal of shames some
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Gathering A Fruit Meant For You, In Choices
Gathering A Fruit Meant For You, In Choices
