WINE AND GATES
Shoes In Mind Picture A Loose Coin, Worth Ice
faux toe, in the horizon to knowing
asked in the indirect voice of caught then
the mirth of summation, to weaken the owe
of a stilted kiss in the miracle we called each, ends
thing of three
the church of assumption to finish the human cult
is this question to anger, the naked insult of been
kind upon the sick cope, of sincerity for all in the salt
flash or hash, the hush of the flushed
is to direct a milestone of candor, into the height of silence
thinking but a medallion of senses to find, in the power of push
done dirt cheap, leather is your first season of winds
jude, in the new boat of courage is a lacking knot
special, was the knick of suppose for the still thriving city of carnal knowledge
hate, went with a flower to survivals toward smile, and said lot
future, in the instinct of avarice for the done, is a lip of rather the rage
judge the tome of your voice, says the onus of hurried saviors
love thy neighbor, for a shall long before the keep of a wall
honor to find the tooth of reality, the cough of whether and whimsy is for cares
wise was the selection of seclusion in the spirit of conscience to all
playing with your hair, will satisfy the devil
signatures of intuition have the sense to deliver the cause to authorities
per the passive reinaction of souls in the charisma of some, is the nose of evil
the crass way we spread the news, the core of should for a reason of liberties
more?
so do we all, a plain of seduction of how and now, near the since of kind
this war...
is a shared history of voices that know the mention of truth and the mercy in time
less?
so doom washed its all, a pain of sensation for the heinous persuasion of mere
the culprit of irony and the clever remnant of a sigh to bless
for the cathartic answer lingering in the wishes of a society if the vertigo of fear
vice
in your hand for the reality of a land that has too many kisses
for the thought of dim if not damned, wealth of considered choice
of an eulogized wheel in the sign's of heaven, earth, and a hell of prayers to lips of...
asked in the indirect voice of caught then
the mirth of summation, to weaken the owe
of a stilted kiss in the miracle we called each, ends
thing of three
the church of assumption to finish the human cult
is this question to anger, the naked insult of been
kind upon the sick cope, of sincerity for all in the salt
flash or hash, the hush of the flushed
is to direct a milestone of candor, into the height of silence
thinking but a medallion of senses to find, in the power of push
done dirt cheap, leather is your first season of winds
jude, in the new boat of courage is a lacking knot
special, was the knick of suppose for the still thriving city of carnal knowledge
hate, went with a flower to survivals toward smile, and said lot
future, in the instinct of avarice for the done, is a lip of rather the rage
judge the tome of your voice, says the onus of hurried saviors
love thy neighbor, for a shall long before the keep of a wall
honor to find the tooth of reality, the cough of whether and whimsy is for cares
wise was the selection of seclusion in the spirit of conscience to all
playing with your hair, will satisfy the devil
signatures of intuition have the sense to deliver the cause to authorities
per the passive reinaction of souls in the charisma of some, is the nose of evil
the crass way we spread the news, the core of should for a reason of liberties
more?
so do we all, a plain of seduction of how and now, near the since of kind
this war...
is a shared history of voices that know the mention of truth and the mercy in time
less?
so doom washed its all, a pain of sensation for the heinous persuasion of mere
the culprit of irony and the clever remnant of a sigh to bless
for the cathartic answer lingering in the wishes of a society if the vertigo of fear
vice
in your hand for the reality of a land that has too many kisses
for the thought of dim if not damned, wealth of considered choice
of an eulogized wheel in the sign's of heaven, earth, and a hell of prayers to lips of...
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Shoes In Mind Picture A Loose Coin, Worth Ice
Shoes In Mind Picture A Loose Coin, Worth Ice
