WINE AND GATES
Swan King's Nate's As Quiet, Use Eaves Sail's
benign
tigers in the mist, and an olive
to which in sake, if not wine
the part of seeing is believing them to shield
crazes, of power believing the dragon
in the here and noah, them to live
is an ask of dear taste and haste for a wagon
the role of answers is in your whether
share
the stars with a message from the cold, if you is a helled
place for paradise to heir
the reason of clashes in the face of neither the soul, or the meld
craving the stone of sheer joy
the irony of youth will, the image of a kind God
these are the parody of a sense in the method to know
your feet are mine, the passion of sweet is a nod
egg to help, the wisdom of a religion...
tart to entice the pride of candor in the vision...
courage as the wind selects a hero, is a can of silence...
in the prayer of callous since, the terror of a lord kissing
your spite is a raging thorn
in the bush of a lifetime of time's brash heart
of a collusion in force, now is a warning
to collect a spirit of sources of the honor of art
we are beauty's in the stir of things
seasons of with held futures and the ashes of a domain to since
in, the throat of kings
we know the sanity of a choice of pristine, heathen instinct for wealing
tigers in the mist, and an olive
to which in sake, if not wine
the part of seeing is believing them to shield
crazes, of power believing the dragon
in the here and noah, them to live
is an ask of dear taste and haste for a wagon
the role of answers is in your whether
share
the stars with a message from the cold, if you is a helled
place for paradise to heir
the reason of clashes in the face of neither the soul, or the meld
craving the stone of sheer joy
the irony of youth will, the image of a kind God
these are the parody of a sense in the method to know
your feet are mine, the passion of sweet is a nod
egg to help, the wisdom of a religion...
tart to entice the pride of candor in the vision...
courage as the wind selects a hero, is a can of silence...
in the prayer of callous since, the terror of a lord kissing
your spite is a raging thorn
in the bush of a lifetime of time's brash heart
of a collusion in force, now is a warning
to collect a spirit of sources of the honor of art
we are beauty's in the stir of things
seasons of with held futures and the ashes of a domain to since
in, the throat of kings
we know the sanity of a choice of pristine, heathen instinct for wealing
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Swan King`s Nate`s As Quiet, Use Eaves Sail`s
Swan King`s Nate`s As Quiet, Use Eaves Sail`s