WINE AND GATES
Shall We Ask The Shadows For Odd Ears Now?
now now, naivete and a guess
at the mentioned few, in the belly of rain
where the stir of echoes and the heathen wests
are a good enough place for the change of seasons
shamed to say, the shamed to pray
upon the stones of guile, that come and go
where the deem of another soul, is but an eclectic lot of lovers of sates
worth a toil, if not toll of the evening bell if a warm glow ...
time to remember the tongues, of men and women, when the chances of courage
are for the neglect of a single if not many choices, of cope in the caught place
of anger and the demands of others to live in the paces of deliverance from for or a legend
the tales of concern and the back of cruciality, to question a simple heart that says ...
mine to keep, mine to kind
the rages of summation in the nerves of nations, for the speck
of star shine in the soul, a message from the predilection of when and why
to know, the common with the lore in finality, we take for a sign of human wrecks
shadows of future quiet, immediacy in the round, of sanity
where the misuse of a sincerity in the name of show, is a passion best left to sound
reasons of conscience made, in the now with a prequiem of virtue over vanity
took senses form the table of divinity, we know you for a pathway to and from the how
compare and save ...
the salt of unity to question the more, answers on the tips of the tongue
where even a blind man will know, the force it took to keep the arduous have
where all is king, the miracle of suggestion in our way and works, the ordeal of unto ...
the mission of a noble staying, winks and the build of silence for a friend
shines and the asking persuasion in the toe, of a loved and hated dole of seclusion
from the tooth of society, and the youth of impiety, both of which have no end
of guilt and thoughts of the strength of suicide in strangeness to come, intuition?
at the mentioned few, in the belly of rain
where the stir of echoes and the heathen wests
are a good enough place for the change of seasons
shamed to say, the shamed to pray
upon the stones of guile, that come and go
where the deem of another soul, is but an eclectic lot of lovers of sates
worth a toil, if not toll of the evening bell if a warm glow ...
time to remember the tongues, of men and women, when the chances of courage
are for the neglect of a single if not many choices, of cope in the caught place
of anger and the demands of others to live in the paces of deliverance from for or a legend
the tales of concern and the back of cruciality, to question a simple heart that says ...
mine to keep, mine to kind
the rages of summation in the nerves of nations, for the speck
of star shine in the soul, a message from the predilection of when and why
to know, the common with the lore in finality, we take for a sign of human wrecks
shadows of future quiet, immediacy in the round, of sanity
where the misuse of a sincerity in the name of show, is a passion best left to sound
reasons of conscience made, in the now with a prequiem of virtue over vanity
took senses form the table of divinity, we know you for a pathway to and from the how
compare and save ...
the salt of unity to question the more, answers on the tips of the tongue
where even a blind man will know, the force it took to keep the arduous have
where all is king, the miracle of suggestion in our way and works, the ordeal of unto ...
the mission of a noble staying, winks and the build of silence for a friend
shines and the asking persuasion in the toe, of a loved and hated dole of seclusion
from the tooth of society, and the youth of impiety, both of which have no end
of guilt and thoughts of the strength of suicide in strangeness to come, intuition?
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Shall We Ask The Shadows For Odd Ears Now?
Shall We Ask The Shadows For Odd Ears Now?
