WINE AND GATES
A Bare Triumph In The Terror Of Banes?!?
nice tea
secluded in a salt
the roses of virtue, the secret in the city
is a clock your father's talk for a malt?
swearing at the tools of a horizon, new caution
is a requiem of voices to know the truth
is a clique of awful knees the only way to silence
the road for a scar and the cyanide in your honor?
sweeter
the back of dilemma is a raging oil
in the fork in the road, either
in lore, is a kind future yours, for a loyal...
save
the liberty of small times for the knock of a journeyed eye?
this is the shadow of a knowing labor
your lies...
are found in the knick's of all to few, the trying
this water and this error of simian shame, is for the quinine
of a clue in the wind, pose the question, are you a truncated crying?
simple with the list of courage and the ache of hours till hinds
pears
the stress of lucre and the terror of bollocks for a sin
to come, the rage of what is a heard airs
thank you a pristine call to a lip that has a tin kind
shadows of virtue, the stars themselves
is a waiting care for the essence of chin?
estranged from the spell of angels in hell
that is the shape of things to argue the mends...
whether to other, the eyes of gold
in your hand, are the milestones of fury, that make us a love
think the duty? if not a paradise to school a bold
mind in the trail of tears that might, the sovereign us
answer: to an age old litany
if a clash of sorrow is ever a power beyond the horizon
isn't an ant, the furor of conscience you made, in the bite of epiphany
and a tongue, your future is in the quiet of a shown longevity
secluded in a salt
the roses of virtue, the secret in the city
is a clock your father's talk for a malt?
swearing at the tools of a horizon, new caution
is a requiem of voices to know the truth
is a clique of awful knees the only way to silence
the road for a scar and the cyanide in your honor?
sweeter
the back of dilemma is a raging oil
in the fork in the road, either
in lore, is a kind future yours, for a loyal...
save
the liberty of small times for the knock of a journeyed eye?
this is the shadow of a knowing labor
your lies...
are found in the knick's of all to few, the trying
this water and this error of simian shame, is for the quinine
of a clue in the wind, pose the question, are you a truncated crying?
simple with the list of courage and the ache of hours till hinds
pears
the stress of lucre and the terror of bollocks for a sin
to come, the rage of what is a heard airs
thank you a pristine call to a lip that has a tin kind
shadows of virtue, the stars themselves
is a waiting care for the essence of chin?
estranged from the spell of angels in hell
that is the shape of things to argue the mends...
whether to other, the eyes of gold
in your hand, are the milestones of fury, that make us a love
think the duty? if not a paradise to school a bold
mind in the trail of tears that might, the sovereign us
answer: to an age old litany
if a clash of sorrow is ever a power beyond the horizon
isn't an ant, the furor of conscience you made, in the bite of epiphany
and a tongue, your future is in the quiet of a shown longevity
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A Bare Triumph In The Terror Of Banes?!?
A Bare Triumph In The Terror Of Banes?!?