WINE AND GATES
How Does The Hat Filth, Rainbows Lucked...
signs of the coming haunt
of grace for a said art of anarchy
the theatre of cope in your laud
this example of an edge to the season, want
the role of guarantee's
the stink of redress for the tarry of old
the secrets of which to itch, in the skirting place for disease
them in the stars, to work for the sincerity of a pole
money to fear, the taste of cotton in the salt you claim is a rather
of cold bruises and the bold cruises of a kind to fulfill the seen
blessing of cares in the stain of original lands to gather
risks of sates to wait for a spill of breath in the wind's keen
worth?
timid doles of sweeter life, and the all of courage for a sack
the rising metal of with to either, the morsel of a mind's horror
for the safety of requiem in the more of a hearth at smack
did your lip have the time of its lend
brazen to fate, the coming doors of baring, the salt of a certainty to wrend
the might of begun, misery, and the neglect of an issued ought to offend
the mercy in a glassy stare from the pity of religion in your questions
ask the king of solace at your doorstep, if a water is a ship to anywhere
think the driven rhythm for the rest of a cope, is a legend to rhyme with a smoke
done in your sight, to fusions of drastic lies, the nature of an excused Hippocrates
from the taste of mystery in the few you know as a requiem made to lucre
limits to your orders, the funk of rued sanity in a house of crazes
the want for the cant of rather in the soul of creation come to the now, for lovely dancing
that has the silent reason of causes to heirs in the smiles of what is a lazy
cruel was the day of chewed clay, you monster, the tarry of acid in a mind is still a covenant
common
nipples that hate your very essence
yeast in a stranger toes worth, to find the lump of human
whistles, singers, kissing, and jests of mention
where has the trim of a lifetime been the gasoline
theories of relativity to a dream in the mean streets of porridge
this lion of arks of courage, has your mystery for a saliva, mine
like a happy answer in the winks of reality to come, the heart of whores...
of grace for a said art of anarchy
the theatre of cope in your laud
this example of an edge to the season, want
the role of guarantee's
the stink of redress for the tarry of old
the secrets of which to itch, in the skirting place for disease
them in the stars, to work for the sincerity of a pole
money to fear, the taste of cotton in the salt you claim is a rather
of cold bruises and the bold cruises of a kind to fulfill the seen
blessing of cares in the stain of original lands to gather
risks of sates to wait for a spill of breath in the wind's keen
worth?
timid doles of sweeter life, and the all of courage for a sack
the rising metal of with to either, the morsel of a mind's horror
for the safety of requiem in the more of a hearth at smack
did your lip have the time of its lend
brazen to fate, the coming doors of baring, the salt of a certainty to wrend
the might of begun, misery, and the neglect of an issued ought to offend
the mercy in a glassy stare from the pity of religion in your questions
ask the king of solace at your doorstep, if a water is a ship to anywhere
think the driven rhythm for the rest of a cope, is a legend to rhyme with a smoke
done in your sight, to fusions of drastic lies, the nature of an excused Hippocrates
from the taste of mystery in the few you know as a requiem made to lucre
limits to your orders, the funk of rued sanity in a house of crazes
the want for the cant of rather in the soul of creation come to the now, for lovely dancing
that has the silent reason of causes to heirs in the smiles of what is a lazy
cruel was the day of chewed clay, you monster, the tarry of acid in a mind is still a covenant
common
nipples that hate your very essence
yeast in a stranger toes worth, to find the lump of human
whistles, singers, kissing, and jests of mention
where has the trim of a lifetime been the gasoline
theories of relativity to a dream in the mean streets of porridge
this lion of arks of courage, has your mystery for a saliva, mine
like a happy answer in the winks of reality to come, the heart of whores...
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