WINE AND GATES
Specializes In Courage Hadding Oil Soul's Etc.
tired of the sign's of heaven, advent
tired of the wine of capability, indelibility
tired of the shine of a nose in the leaven, sense
tired of the kind of song that is a city, litany
panic, the rued future of your shoe
the walls of judgment of a sour apparition isn't
of a souls note to the hap of popularity, who
if the season of comment is ever the scope of taste's religion...
clay, to devour the known kiss of actuality
of a climb of seriousness to the wishes of callous more
in the stir of anger we assume is a hope's punctuality
that has the let of persons of need, to know a curiosity worth...?
tall outside isn't it?
the thief of society has measured up to a lip that was...
in the conscience of sins and the are of works that indicate
the place of birth of a silent mention of dreams and us
burden for the which which is a patient eye
for a question in the stilling of water and fate of an air
denial...
is a pressure of thumbs and the finger's of a dignity, than life, queerness
your king is my name at view's...
the tooth of alien natures, is for the presence of you...
the style of angels is a worm of the sated truth...
your mission to ice, and the both of wisdom, is for the nature of good...
why is the neglect of meat, the only way to survive the thunder of whimsy?
riddles were, when you give the place of a stone that didn't wink
at the scurrilous way we know a prayer in the lightning of a mystery?
this army of a devices, this legend of detritus, this neck of delight thinks...
we are joking, the riddle has become a harp of dignity to shed
the smile of compromise for a sighted lend, of unity's bleach
the tried and true if, for the sanctimonious way we know a kid
perhaps the attention of when and the skip of orders if a reach...
tired of the wine of capability, indelibility
tired of the shine of a nose in the leaven, sense
tired of the kind of song that is a city, litany
panic, the rued future of your shoe
the walls of judgment of a sour apparition isn't
of a souls note to the hap of popularity, who
if the season of comment is ever the scope of taste's religion...
clay, to devour the known kiss of actuality
of a climb of seriousness to the wishes of callous more
in the stir of anger we assume is a hope's punctuality
that has the let of persons of need, to know a curiosity worth...?
tall outside isn't it?
the thief of society has measured up to a lip that was...
in the conscience of sins and the are of works that indicate
the place of birth of a silent mention of dreams and us
burden for the which which is a patient eye
for a question in the stilling of water and fate of an air
denial...
is a pressure of thumbs and the finger's of a dignity, than life, queerness
your king is my name at view's...
the tooth of alien natures, is for the presence of you...
the style of angels is a worm of the sated truth...
your mission to ice, and the both of wisdom, is for the nature of good...
why is the neglect of meat, the only way to survive the thunder of whimsy?
riddles were, when you give the place of a stone that didn't wink
at the scurrilous way we know a prayer in the lightning of a mystery?
this army of a devices, this legend of detritus, this neck of delight thinks...
we are joking, the riddle has become a harp of dignity to shed
the smile of compromise for a sighted lend, of unity's bleach
the tried and true if, for the sanctimonious way we know a kid
perhaps the attention of when and the skip of orders if a reach...
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Specializes In Courage Hadding Oil Soul`s Etc.
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