WINE AND GATES
Pie Ala Mode To The March Of Idea's...?
be then see
the worth of a calming more
this is the credence of a slice of soul, in he
is a raging storm of counts in trying, the scorn
with but a lip of duty for each
of beauty is a simplicity to form the cant of urges
be the collected cream of the crop, the second of which
the tale of seclusion in your palm, for the sound of ease purges
secrets of the doom you foretold?
the water of sulking, this hour of selection and the dread involved to know
the labor of even the smallest of courage's for the decorum to adjust, in the cold...
is a rather to father the sunk ship of till, the curiosity of would in the gone?
superior, to these ages
we still the memory of denial with a reason in seasons work
the reality of voice for you, the panic of need at its own wages
are we ready for a silent prayer to the very finish of got, certainty?
yonder flower, reminds:
the clever are here for history to redeem itself
the courtesy of vanity is in the passing of a savior to find the tooth
this is your name, your future, your charisma of what is a mercy to wealth
triumph, of a burden in knowledge you assume is a ley
the conscience of ask and the irony of all, to the finish of bastion
these are your shoes, if but a kinder thought for honor to any
thank you, says your imagination of a ghost, the season of toast, the host of ashes
brief though an encounter with days gone by is
the nature of dominion and the opinion of sense, is an actual lore
of selection for selection itself, the privacy of dour bliss
in our faith of suggestions and the ache of mentions of being the rapport...
the worth of a calming more
this is the credence of a slice of soul, in he
is a raging storm of counts in trying, the scorn
with but a lip of duty for each
of beauty is a simplicity to form the cant of urges
be the collected cream of the crop, the second of which
the tale of seclusion in your palm, for the sound of ease purges
secrets of the doom you foretold?
the water of sulking, this hour of selection and the dread involved to know
the labor of even the smallest of courage's for the decorum to adjust, in the cold...
is a rather to father the sunk ship of till, the curiosity of would in the gone?
superior, to these ages
we still the memory of denial with a reason in seasons work
the reality of voice for you, the panic of need at its own wages
are we ready for a silent prayer to the very finish of got, certainty?
yonder flower, reminds:
the clever are here for history to redeem itself
the courtesy of vanity is in the passing of a savior to find the tooth
this is your name, your future, your charisma of what is a mercy to wealth
triumph, of a burden in knowledge you assume is a ley
the conscience of ask and the irony of all, to the finish of bastion
these are your shoes, if but a kinder thought for honor to any
thank you, says your imagination of a ghost, the season of toast, the host of ashes
brief though an encounter with days gone by is
the nature of dominion and the opinion of sense, is an actual lore
of selection for selection itself, the privacy of dour bliss
in our faith of suggestions and the ache of mentions of being the rapport...
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Pie Ala Mode To The March Of Idea`s...?
Pie Ala Mode To The March Of Idea`s...?