WINE AND GATES
Authority Is Days, Has Either Law Loved Shame?
thrust, the tooth of cope in a shell
threshold, the myth of courage for kind of things you hold
thread, to force the yearning truth in a small way for the devotion of hell
three, terror in your laugh, for the silk of wests, that lolled
may we see the candor of an angel in our fist's?
the role of sincerity for but a sign of substance that has
the climb of anarchy, from here to eternal this
shame is a raving thought, in the mock of surety that has a place...
tarry or fairing, this boat of suggestion is immediate
supplant or hark, the tower of virtue is more than a chance in the reign
order or swords, the wake of our surmised lip, sate
shadows or forms, the patience of seclusion of realms of pain
risk of the choice, to vow in the garden of youths
swept away or sat to saviors of cessation found, thinking
beauty to rather the other of been for mothers, of invention for couth's
the lords of tomorrow know a breath to be, the range of a voice that is weakened
your best, the reality of that
to borrow the gesture of ages, for the moment of complexity
that is my eye, the reasons of a city of what?
mayhem is your inherited smile taken to a shore of timidity
pale, but still tears
the requiem of pride in our hearts
the token of brazen issues of fears
perhaps your waste of conscience in the face of miracles that start
where...
there, in the stars themselves with a bell
the tragedy of misuse of a vote in the show of seers
this oddity of when, is for a limit to the bridge over will
thank you, is a road to nowhere
the taste of opportunity, is but an aging glass to overflow
the rhythm of vantage in the spires of shared care
is a collection of imagination, to know for a special house
in the sun
we know a place for you
the call to where it all began
a rage of destiny that isn't mine, but a seed of a clue
sin
are you here for a secret to devour?
the prayer you seek, is more than a fate in the wind
time is on my side, for a face that has a future worth
threshold, the myth of courage for kind of things you hold
thread, to force the yearning truth in a small way for the devotion of hell
three, terror in your laugh, for the silk of wests, that lolled
may we see the candor of an angel in our fist's?
the role of sincerity for but a sign of substance that has
the climb of anarchy, from here to eternal this
shame is a raving thought, in the mock of surety that has a place...
tarry or fairing, this boat of suggestion is immediate
supplant or hark, the tower of virtue is more than a chance in the reign
order or swords, the wake of our surmised lip, sate
shadows or forms, the patience of seclusion of realms of pain
risk of the choice, to vow in the garden of youths
swept away or sat to saviors of cessation found, thinking
beauty to rather the other of been for mothers, of invention for couth's
the lords of tomorrow know a breath to be, the range of a voice that is weakened
your best, the reality of that
to borrow the gesture of ages, for the moment of complexity
that is my eye, the reasons of a city of what?
mayhem is your inherited smile taken to a shore of timidity
pale, but still tears
the requiem of pride in our hearts
the token of brazen issues of fears
perhaps your waste of conscience in the face of miracles that start
where...
there, in the stars themselves with a bell
the tragedy of misuse of a vote in the show of seers
this oddity of when, is for a limit to the bridge over will
thank you, is a road to nowhere
the taste of opportunity, is but an aging glass to overflow
the rhythm of vantage in the spires of shared care
is a collection of imagination, to know for a special house
in the sun
we know a place for you
the call to where it all began
a rage of destiny that isn't mine, but a seed of a clue
sin
are you here for a secret to devour?
the prayer you seek, is more than a fate in the wind
time is on my side, for a face that has a future worth
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Authority Is Days, Has Either Law Loved Shame?
Authority Is Days, Has Either Law Loved Shame?
