WINE AND GATES
Ask Yourself This, What Isn't It?
crash
bam, and the right of way
to the boom, of sorrow we kept any for you to last
in the stir of all, to know a lip in the say
chapter 1
the thought of sunshine in the hair
the solution of confusion, for the since in our kind
thought for not, the oddity of choice is in the clear
chapter 2
the walk of insight, as we know the rest of the story
loathing though a going laughter may be, who
is the nature of neglect for a sincere ask of worry?
chapter 3
poised to create a damned heathen cause, in the skill of judges to come
the thirst of notoriety is a place of wishes and the clash of anarchy
made to order, the food of reality to rise, again the head of liberty done
chapter 4
thanks is in order, the walls of certainty have become as cream and ash
the pace of decisions in the pristine lips we adore, though ordered
are meant for the delight of another, the crazes of sudden return, in our arms to sate, as
chapter 5
think before you wink, says the ark of solitude to kiss, the realization of worth
in the boat of issues we have, for a knock and a role, of virtue in the waters to live
salient says the cloud, for but a song of reasoning, the very ear of the earth
chapter 6
like a myth made true and honored gold, the tact of when the earth had's heaven
the care of the least in view of a dole, the moments until hath of fickle has
seen the drive of a new day for the rest of us, the cool ought of a dimness in the saving
chapter 7 (epilogue)
that hatched egg, in the stir of superior life to live for it
wasn't the lord of decorum the best the world had to offer, given the gift of wrongs
made right, the which in the stitches of simplicity, has the craving for whit's
baby knows where the love is
mommy knows where the lovers found the might
daddy knows where to keep the patience of reign to moments, oft bliss
the question is, who's book is it in the first place, right?
bam, and the right of way
to the boom, of sorrow we kept any for you to last
in the stir of all, to know a lip in the say
chapter 1
the thought of sunshine in the hair
the solution of confusion, for the since in our kind
thought for not, the oddity of choice is in the clear
chapter 2
the walk of insight, as we know the rest of the story
loathing though a going laughter may be, who
is the nature of neglect for a sincere ask of worry?
chapter 3
poised to create a damned heathen cause, in the skill of judges to come
the thirst of notoriety is a place of wishes and the clash of anarchy
made to order, the food of reality to rise, again the head of liberty done
chapter 4
thanks is in order, the walls of certainty have become as cream and ash
the pace of decisions in the pristine lips we adore, though ordered
are meant for the delight of another, the crazes of sudden return, in our arms to sate, as
chapter 5
think before you wink, says the ark of solitude to kiss, the realization of worth
in the boat of issues we have, for a knock and a role, of virtue in the waters to live
salient says the cloud, for but a song of reasoning, the very ear of the earth
chapter 6
like a myth made true and honored gold, the tact of when the earth had's heaven
the care of the least in view of a dole, the moments until hath of fickle has
seen the drive of a new day for the rest of us, the cool ought of a dimness in the saving
chapter 7 (epilogue)
that hatched egg, in the stir of superior life to live for it
wasn't the lord of decorum the best the world had to offer, given the gift of wrongs
made right, the which in the stitches of simplicity, has the craving for whit's
baby knows where the love is
mommy knows where the lovers found the might
daddy knows where to keep the patience of reign to moments, oft bliss
the question is, who's book is it in the first place, right?
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Ask Yourself This, What Isn`t It?
Ask Yourself This, What Isn`t It?