WINE AND GATES
Pining For Endure, Biding Forth Energy, Now
care, and the ache of honor
in these tries of vestige, the legend
in the spare will of a common weal, wheels of glamor
the ridden, if not the written irony you defend
limits to a chanting horse, the kind of doors we assume is a craft
the tarry of notion and the portion of your outward live
these ribs of conscience are yours for a could, if not the laugh
of hills of sound and the first to proud, is a raging soul to give...
the meter of the more, the final lip of adore
the wishes in the wake of a vile war, with the star of a dole?
in the caress of sincerity to find, we delight in the sitting core
the myth of suggestion and the are of hate of a sword of old...
continuing with a smile, the rage is for the damned
the live and let to hid, the merit in the calling wind
the risen in the marvel, of hills of flame
where the gage of souls is but a sighted kinship...
oh, Jerusalem
the page of anointed, turns of cold minds
the priest of gall for the saint of all, am
I to be a dim fury in the causes of soil and the mark of rhymes?
life in the clouds
with a mercy for each knuckle of exist, if not, the prayer of a silence
for the kisses of a city in the behalf, of worth and the meaning of another
way with the sour mind of an enemy who has found the press of patience...
native arms, nature in the warmth
the tarry of our, to finish the belabored method
oft the cant, the path of want, for a burden in the strength
of a sincere world, whose terrified hours and the haunted taught...
in these tries of vestige, the legend
in the spare will of a common weal, wheels of glamor
the ridden, if not the written irony you defend
limits to a chanting horse, the kind of doors we assume is a craft
the tarry of notion and the portion of your outward live
these ribs of conscience are yours for a could, if not the laugh
of hills of sound and the first to proud, is a raging soul to give...
the meter of the more, the final lip of adore
the wishes in the wake of a vile war, with the star of a dole?
in the caress of sincerity to find, we delight in the sitting core
the myth of suggestion and the are of hate of a sword of old...
continuing with a smile, the rage is for the damned
the live and let to hid, the merit in the calling wind
the risen in the marvel, of hills of flame
where the gage of souls is but a sighted kinship...
oh, Jerusalem
the page of anointed, turns of cold minds
the priest of gall for the saint of all, am
I to be a dim fury in the causes of soil and the mark of rhymes?
life in the clouds
with a mercy for each knuckle of exist, if not, the prayer of a silence
for the kisses of a city in the behalf, of worth and the meaning of another
way with the sour mind of an enemy who has found the press of patience...
native arms, nature in the warmth
the tarry of our, to finish the belabored method
oft the cant, the path of want, for a burden in the strength
of a sincere world, whose terrified hours and the haunted taught...
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Pining For Endure, Biding Forth Energy, Now
Pining For Endure, Biding Forth Energy, Now
