WINE AND GATES
Palette To Win, The Saying Of Aims And Means
dared to lose
the weight of the wind, in my hand is a rage
for your truth, the miles of sorrow made from the youth
of craven smiles and the nary done well of the age
person to presence, the time of our lives
this is the name of an adroit service to an ideal
device of causes in the shared same, if not neglect of gives
if the requiem of seasons for either in heart, is a future to heal
pie and opinions, the smile has become a rancor
tin to wink, the similarity of gender in the silence
of a graceful not, of reason to collect a wandering more
fair to earth, the smile has become the nation of chance
life as we know it?
briefness of sorrow in the press of continue and been?
places of romance that name themselves after the pitter patter of babes, to lips?
of carefully pursued wishes in the method of a clash with sour kings?
tell to arms, the smile has a wage to spend
fell to warmth, the likewise of a rarity of sound in our hatred for ill
well to livid anger in our embrace, is misery the smiles lend?
that conscience of brass and cleverer steel, is made by my fingers to feel
the bones of a saint, your chance at a lip of destiny in the heard lucre of choices
for the since of doles and the drum of possession and a lore of walls
to confirm a message from the mete of northern panic, if less is festering voices
you have found the smile in my laugh of seclusion for the reason of halls
terror is such an expensive way to complete the puzzle
milk in my coffee will cost your a toothsome heed of reality for a shame
tired highs and lows of vestige found, will make the world a tighter epistle
worth but a new face in the mirror beside me, the calling of a bird to claim
the weight of the wind, in my hand is a rage
for your truth, the miles of sorrow made from the youth
of craven smiles and the nary done well of the age
person to presence, the time of our lives
this is the name of an adroit service to an ideal
device of causes in the shared same, if not neglect of gives
if the requiem of seasons for either in heart, is a future to heal
pie and opinions, the smile has become a rancor
tin to wink, the similarity of gender in the silence
of a graceful not, of reason to collect a wandering more
fair to earth, the smile has become the nation of chance
life as we know it?
briefness of sorrow in the press of continue and been?
places of romance that name themselves after the pitter patter of babes, to lips?
of carefully pursued wishes in the method of a clash with sour kings?
tell to arms, the smile has a wage to spend
fell to warmth, the likewise of a rarity of sound in our hatred for ill
well to livid anger in our embrace, is misery the smiles lend?
that conscience of brass and cleverer steel, is made by my fingers to feel
the bones of a saint, your chance at a lip of destiny in the heard lucre of choices
for the since of doles and the drum of possession and a lore of walls
to confirm a message from the mete of northern panic, if less is festering voices
you have found the smile in my laugh of seclusion for the reason of halls
terror is such an expensive way to complete the puzzle
milk in my coffee will cost your a toothsome heed of reality for a shame
tired highs and lows of vestige found, will make the world a tighter epistle
worth but a new face in the mirror beside me, the calling of a bird to claim
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Palette To Win, The Saying Of Aims And Means
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