WINE AND GATES
Talons Of Sanity In Your Breath, Show The Vanity
might, in shadowed limberness
the talk of a society, for a conscience wrent
time in the mirror of salt, the irony of a guess?
terror for error if a seclusion of worth is a sublime method
inquire?
season?
toward a future now, in the siring of worldly pyres
this tender moment of simplicity found, is a hearts reasons
stages of hours, if to collect a sequential thought, in the more
savage to ravage, the hair of cope in the melt of silence that is a power
to fathom the moments of rid, and bidding of curtness to a foreign
strain of massiveness calmed for a liberty in same of reign to how and there
chants of religion in the fore, with a caring for fews?
the smell of cyanide if been the skin of rather to adder, the mire?
possibility in fluids of reach, to remember the place of an excuse?
the fish of appetites are with us, to use a brazen other for a climbing higher?
now, is your fight with the wishes of a vision in the stir of anger
thought to ought, the oddity of being, the sour notes of justice in the ring of ears
majority for audacity in the seam of response, to life in the nakedness of danger
the truth in a mouth of wholes to claim the knowledge of sincerity if ever the work of weird's
finally the most of curiosity, we have raged at the immodesty of resolution, to the call
of a clue to rued fury in our mothering of misguided notion
the day of lore for the smile of order, is when we are, mystical
legends of wind, mysteries of sin, myth's of reaching the mount of a lover's portion
the talk of a society, for a conscience wrent
time in the mirror of salt, the irony of a guess?
terror for error if a seclusion of worth is a sublime method
inquire?
season?
toward a future now, in the siring of worldly pyres
this tender moment of simplicity found, is a hearts reasons
stages of hours, if to collect a sequential thought, in the more
savage to ravage, the hair of cope in the melt of silence that is a power
to fathom the moments of rid, and bidding of curtness to a foreign
strain of massiveness calmed for a liberty in same of reign to how and there
chants of religion in the fore, with a caring for fews?
the smell of cyanide if been the skin of rather to adder, the mire?
possibility in fluids of reach, to remember the place of an excuse?
the fish of appetites are with us, to use a brazen other for a climbing higher?
now, is your fight with the wishes of a vision in the stir of anger
thought to ought, the oddity of being, the sour notes of justice in the ring of ears
majority for audacity in the seam of response, to life in the nakedness of danger
the truth in a mouth of wholes to claim the knowledge of sincerity if ever the work of weird's
finally the most of curiosity, we have raged at the immodesty of resolution, to the call
of a clue to rued fury in our mothering of misguided notion
the day of lore for the smile of order, is when we are, mystical
legends of wind, mysteries of sin, myth's of reaching the mount of a lover's portion
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Talons Of Sanity In Your Breath, Show The Vanity
Talons Of Sanity In Your Breath, Show The Vanity
