WINE AND GATES
Panic In The Home, Or Pride In The House...?
penny to work in the machine...
is to wisdom, the furor over a land
of responsibility to find, the martyr of a seen
myth or the beauty of a quality of since in the hand...?
tower for our, themselves and dreads of weals
if to luck, the nary of wisdom to fulfill, the might
of a rage in the heart to kiss, is personality of the risking eaves?
suggestion for a panic and the turn of a pill into a God given right?
naked, this thumb
its wishes made, its reason of intellect for the now
incorporation in the life, of a silly outrage and hum
this pewter wall of song, is a courage so far of how?
in time, the risen method of nourishment and the ilk of sand
this is the event of a life in view
to quell a future smile in the naivete of another, the answer to land?
in the smell of justice for an impiety to kind, the order of a clue...
to the sign's of power and its reality as a shining our
think but a life in the mission of purpose we all know
is the catch of times fingers for the prowess of finishing the duty of lovers
to further the dissuasion of mine or yours, if but a sound hold?
correct the sequence, for a stranger knowledge of time to pass?
the savior of might to keep a rather out and about the business of reality...
is but a shadow itself, the care of demons and the devil of a bush, the kiss
is still yours to find, the mention of should a laugh have you by the will's
now or never, the terror
has become a simple wall of generosity to fallen shares of other kinds
of use and the press of per in the mind, where
is the knee of conscience when you promise the worth of it all, to driven sigh's...
is to wisdom, the furor over a land
of responsibility to find, the martyr of a seen
myth or the beauty of a quality of since in the hand...?
tower for our, themselves and dreads of weals
if to luck, the nary of wisdom to fulfill, the might
of a rage in the heart to kiss, is personality of the risking eaves?
suggestion for a panic and the turn of a pill into a God given right?
naked, this thumb
its wishes made, its reason of intellect for the now
incorporation in the life, of a silly outrage and hum
this pewter wall of song, is a courage so far of how?
in time, the risen method of nourishment and the ilk of sand
this is the event of a life in view
to quell a future smile in the naivete of another, the answer to land?
in the smell of justice for an impiety to kind, the order of a clue...
to the sign's of power and its reality as a shining our
think but a life in the mission of purpose we all know
is the catch of times fingers for the prowess of finishing the duty of lovers
to further the dissuasion of mine or yours, if but a sound hold?
correct the sequence, for a stranger knowledge of time to pass?
the savior of might to keep a rather out and about the business of reality...
is but a shadow itself, the care of demons and the devil of a bush, the kiss
is still yours to find, the mention of should a laugh have you by the will's
now or never, the terror
has become a simple wall of generosity to fallen shares of other kinds
of use and the press of per in the mind, where
is the knee of conscience when you promise the worth of it all, to driven sigh's...
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Panic In The Home, Or Pride In The House...?
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