WINE AND GATES
Live To Give, The Ant Of Phantom Haps
hip to this irk
them in love to tales of rather
poignancy if breed, to kiss a paler work
in the esteem of roam, if a summation to gather
infections of grease, the toil to firm
the risen lacking of reality in the turn
if but a labor to think, the nature of the worth
creation of myth, to fathom the mystery of earn
day of the senses, if any where is ever a being thine
the tally of suggestion for a charisma in toil
where the sanity of restitution is a voice to be heard in time
the risk of vehemence in the steel of an eye that has oil
paradise?
the reason of rages to the nature of quaint kingdom come
this is the right of a salt in your vanity, to seek the wise
if lucre is a speed of redemption, without the honor of kind before some
dead, this bubble of conscience...
the roles of succor to find, the many with the lip of decision in the heard
of a sanity made fear, for the witness and the irony of a saved prescience
terror is a legend of winks and the stink of callous deliverance for more
time or wine?
the stress of vicinity to remember the stone of dreams
think to wills the rhyme of ink, temple done, the tongue of a sublime
nothing of need seen, for a window of opportune seems
proof, your fist of ordinary thought, is a welcome tenant of choice to find
the muses of requiem for a day, of religion and the bite of sincerity to keep, a key
of a stranger method to life, then found in the seclusion of a placid mind
you to few or the sing of a winged order in the wind, this is the passion of me's
whistle to this, in the space of a realized door to the seriousness of a clay
then to shines of a poorer, tired and affluent knowledge of a sorrow
thrice is the void to care, for a sanctity of a leverage to call for a sate
that is your tongue in my heart, to finish the rational of a sign of a world to borrow
them in love to tales of rather
poignancy if breed, to kiss a paler work
in the esteem of roam, if a summation to gather
infections of grease, the toil to firm
the risen lacking of reality in the turn
if but a labor to think, the nature of the worth
creation of myth, to fathom the mystery of earn
day of the senses, if any where is ever a being thine
the tally of suggestion for a charisma in toil
where the sanity of restitution is a voice to be heard in time
the risk of vehemence in the steel of an eye that has oil
paradise?
the reason of rages to the nature of quaint kingdom come
this is the right of a salt in your vanity, to seek the wise
if lucre is a speed of redemption, without the honor of kind before some
dead, this bubble of conscience...
the roles of succor to find, the many with the lip of decision in the heard
of a sanity made fear, for the witness and the irony of a saved prescience
terror is a legend of winks and the stink of callous deliverance for more
time or wine?
the stress of vicinity to remember the stone of dreams
think to wills the rhyme of ink, temple done, the tongue of a sublime
nothing of need seen, for a window of opportune seems
proof, your fist of ordinary thought, is a welcome tenant of choice to find
the muses of requiem for a day, of religion and the bite of sincerity to keep, a key
of a stranger method to life, then found in the seclusion of a placid mind
you to few or the sing of a winged order in the wind, this is the passion of me's
whistle to this, in the space of a realized door to the seriousness of a clay
then to shines of a poorer, tired and affluent knowledge of a sorrow
thrice is the void to care, for a sanctity of a leverage to call for a sate
that is your tongue in my heart, to finish the rational of a sign of a world to borrow
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Live To Give, The Ant Of Phantom Haps
Live To Give, The Ant Of Phantom Haps