WINE AND GATES
Justice, What Is Ice Cream Doing In The Bed?
dead by rights...?
think, logic and nerves of solace
to this dim knuckle, we know the mights
of a letting breeze, to finish the risen mays
but there is sake before sate, the washed minus of all
oil and vinegar, and the turn of riches into mixing guests
the walls of judged myth, the maelstrom of legend to fall
when only a kiss will do, the irony of the thought molests
spake the dragon, the meager horde
of suggestion in the still observed limit to tell
think, logic and nerves of words
to finish the risen hell
sweet, by the sides of honor to come
the walking of notoriety and the fish of omnipresent ghosts
we are talking to thoughts of suicide, for a lovely some
this is your door, on the opportunity of misery and hosts
wages earned, wages forthwith murdered?
risen upon a nearby stage, the question of vision versus the more
this sense of liberty is for the stars themselves, where a hate is heard
common pennies from heaven, feared with hands of plenty, to know war
thank you, for a blind some, in the thing of solidarity
where even the nickel of a back ground is formed with the least of futures
time will play, we say, the notion of condition in the light of the city
but a shame is a million times more expensive then the tooth of causes and curiosity
where have we kept our diamonds and fatigued spices for meat?
lit by torches, the waters of vanity have become the reason of need for a new flame?
wish upon the tissue of simplicity, is this realer coin for the sour next of heat?
could a plague of tears ever be more responsible, for the exaction of a name?
sheep, people, whatever the hell it is
per the staring masters and the passion of worth to come
we know the luck of a driven nail in love with our thoughts, as if...
the chastity of neglect was in the house of kind, to quiet a roaming...
sigh
of a mutual lip, and you to will know the height
of a comely deem to finish the work of sides of lye
shadows of ritual and right, should with a coming quite of nightmares...
think, logic and nerves of solace
to this dim knuckle, we know the mights
of a letting breeze, to finish the risen mays
but there is sake before sate, the washed minus of all
oil and vinegar, and the turn of riches into mixing guests
the walls of judged myth, the maelstrom of legend to fall
when only a kiss will do, the irony of the thought molests
spake the dragon, the meager horde
of suggestion in the still observed limit to tell
think, logic and nerves of words
to finish the risen hell
sweet, by the sides of honor to come
the walking of notoriety and the fish of omnipresent ghosts
we are talking to thoughts of suicide, for a lovely some
this is your door, on the opportunity of misery and hosts
wages earned, wages forthwith murdered?
risen upon a nearby stage, the question of vision versus the more
this sense of liberty is for the stars themselves, where a hate is heard
common pennies from heaven, feared with hands of plenty, to know war
thank you, for a blind some, in the thing of solidarity
where even the nickel of a back ground is formed with the least of futures
time will play, we say, the notion of condition in the light of the city
but a shame is a million times more expensive then the tooth of causes and curiosity
where have we kept our diamonds and fatigued spices for meat?
lit by torches, the waters of vanity have become the reason of need for a new flame?
wish upon the tissue of simplicity, is this realer coin for the sour next of heat?
could a plague of tears ever be more responsible, for the exaction of a name?
sheep, people, whatever the hell it is
per the staring masters and the passion of worth to come
we know the luck of a driven nail in love with our thoughts, as if...
the chastity of neglect was in the house of kind, to quiet a roaming...
sigh
of a mutual lip, and you to will know the height
of a comely deem to finish the work of sides of lye
shadows of ritual and right, should with a coming quite of nightmares...
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Justice, What Is Ice Cream Doing In The Bed?
Justice, What Is Ice Cream Doing In The Bed?
