WINE AND GATES
Blasted Are Pasted In Winks At Remember?
houses of the holy
than now, the works of the devil
thus, us, is a raging fork, the murder in your olive
the shrink of sap into a human knuckle, the singing with a levity?
her story, zihon
this flower in the thanks of shadows of shoulders
is a work for the newer tone, of religion
the taste of concern in your face's pleasance, is a wolf that heir's?
power, pining, themes of ridicule in the stars to regret
the method of demon's and the care of paces of reason
them, to tell a tale of courage, for the horses of neglect
which if still to titan throes of angst, to calm the prestige of seasons
Nathan, do you remember the kill of a lifetime?
the walking of roses into a harp has become a reach for the nuts of lend
miracles to question, for the spacier cap and the stipulation of next in wine
thine toil is forever the count of risk, in a birds eye, until the crazed have a sin
oil from the east, of a silver scar in the smiles of other choices, oft kindness
livid to cream in the similarity of cope, the mice of resiliency
paradise in a fruit to comply, the soil you blessed with a sacred mist
hearts of shame, the same with whores to fear, this is the since of your queen
prices above your head, with a whimsy for a curious cat, with a zombie for a sanity
teurce to frosty isles in the droll tongue of since the strength of causes was a hope
this truth to eat, is a heresy of craving the boiled salt in your own shadows, oh the vanity...
continue with a shell of a future held to know, the word your looking for is stead for rope
terror? salad of joints and the urge to live in the limelight?
panic for a shared eye, that has the stain of distances for a wishing nativity?
older fish in the spill of belly's that said the muses of requiem that might?
when was the last time you burned the dead? in a cough or in the spite of a city?
the jacket, the cushions of a harrier sand to limb, cures for a stone to question authority
the life of a new face in the market, we know the risen march of domain for the least
the time, in the shall of sides that is our pride, a promise come to maturity
the mention of voices is your own, at last, the nation of heathen and the hate of knees
palled with sanctity for you, the role of vines and the dying of curses in the tin
bread and worth, to find for a sorrow in the message to the moon, your gratuity
is a patience with a saviors grace for all, the milk, the mirth of missions
to know, for a lip of consciences made, to collect but a star of ingenuity
than now, the works of the devil
thus, us, is a raging fork, the murder in your olive
the shrink of sap into a human knuckle, the singing with a levity?
her story, zihon
this flower in the thanks of shadows of shoulders
is a work for the newer tone, of religion
the taste of concern in your face's pleasance, is a wolf that heir's?
power, pining, themes of ridicule in the stars to regret
the method of demon's and the care of paces of reason
them, to tell a tale of courage, for the horses of neglect
which if still to titan throes of angst, to calm the prestige of seasons
Nathan, do you remember the kill of a lifetime?
the walking of roses into a harp has become a reach for the nuts of lend
miracles to question, for the spacier cap and the stipulation of next in wine
thine toil is forever the count of risk, in a birds eye, until the crazed have a sin
oil from the east, of a silver scar in the smiles of other choices, oft kindness
livid to cream in the similarity of cope, the mice of resiliency
paradise in a fruit to comply, the soil you blessed with a sacred mist
hearts of shame, the same with whores to fear, this is the since of your queen
prices above your head, with a whimsy for a curious cat, with a zombie for a sanity
teurce to frosty isles in the droll tongue of since the strength of causes was a hope
this truth to eat, is a heresy of craving the boiled salt in your own shadows, oh the vanity...
continue with a shell of a future held to know, the word your looking for is stead for rope
terror? salad of joints and the urge to live in the limelight?
panic for a shared eye, that has the stain of distances for a wishing nativity?
older fish in the spill of belly's that said the muses of requiem that might?
when was the last time you burned the dead? in a cough or in the spite of a city?
the jacket, the cushions of a harrier sand to limb, cures for a stone to question authority
the life of a new face in the market, we know the risen march of domain for the least
the time, in the shall of sides that is our pride, a promise come to maturity
the mention of voices is your own, at last, the nation of heathen and the hate of knees
palled with sanctity for you, the role of vines and the dying of curses in the tin
bread and worth, to find for a sorrow in the message to the moon, your gratuity
is a patience with a saviors grace for all, the milk, the mirth of missions
to know, for a lip of consciences made, to collect but a star of ingenuity
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Blasted Are Pasted In Winks At Remember?
Blasted Are Pasted In Winks At Remember?