WINE AND GATES
Equipped With Adam's Nose, Justice And Dare
aneurysm
the watch of a great tower, in the spill of light
worth your ... kisses
the place of sugar and the space of liquor, is all a might
the table of a king, the may in the here and more earth
is your myth of quests and the legend of finding am lending
the jewel of a society on the edge, of losing a family of worth
the try of demonic purity, the patience in the song ending
the horses of obsession, the count in his steps
the change of unity to collect, in the hearts of moments
for a pressure to solve, the candor of liberty in the whit's
of wealth for the stealth of climbing the stir of august...
breeds of air in our mind, the callous with the speed of unrest
the many arms and the hood of guarantees, the dust
is a praise to confidence in the sate of reality to fess...?
the coward of penny's and the heat of endings, was a misery named thus
done to jude, we know the prayer of a salt, the figure of indication
in the sex of a flower, the severity of gain and how
piety and the sigh of cruelty to find, the pass of sensation
in this working sight and the certain of white aids, all in a row
early one morning a man will know the stead of a quiet hill
the notion to find in the separation of works, the time it takes to have
the pride of a sandy hour with a glare at power, in the still
of the day, we haven't the mark of a being, but the skill to save
a king with a number finger than you, has a sovereign side to semblances of swimming
the paradise he foresaw, is with a salient bread, long before the boat to become timber
in this crowd of huddled faces, the spark of ingenuity is for the lam of the giving
if but one more, who and endured blindness for a sense, in the mind of the quivering...
the watch of a great tower, in the spill of light
worth your ... kisses
the place of sugar and the space of liquor, is all a might
the table of a king, the may in the here and more earth
is your myth of quests and the legend of finding am lending
the jewel of a society on the edge, of losing a family of worth
the try of demonic purity, the patience in the song ending
the horses of obsession, the count in his steps
the change of unity to collect, in the hearts of moments
for a pressure to solve, the candor of liberty in the whit's
of wealth for the stealth of climbing the stir of august...
breeds of air in our mind, the callous with the speed of unrest
the many arms and the hood of guarantees, the dust
is a praise to confidence in the sate of reality to fess...?
the coward of penny's and the heat of endings, was a misery named thus
done to jude, we know the prayer of a salt, the figure of indication
in the sex of a flower, the severity of gain and how
piety and the sigh of cruelty to find, the pass of sensation
in this working sight and the certain of white aids, all in a row
early one morning a man will know the stead of a quiet hill
the notion to find in the separation of works, the time it takes to have
the pride of a sandy hour with a glare at power, in the still
of the day, we haven't the mark of a being, but the skill to save
a king with a number finger than you, has a sovereign side to semblances of swimming
the paradise he foresaw, is with a salient bread, long before the boat to become timber
in this crowd of huddled faces, the spark of ingenuity is for the lam of the giving
if but one more, who and endured blindness for a sense, in the mind of the quivering...
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Equipped With Adam`s Nose, Justice And Dare
Equipped With Adam`s Nose, Justice And Dare
