WINE AND GATES
Pushing The Beginning Into The End, Succor
tender to tendered
thunder to wonder
themselves to trendier
thorough to tongues
the smile on the North's silence
this argued toe and its work for the day
is made to travail, like a bucket of water to a fire
thought to be a trial perplexity in the world of honored and gay ...
brazen, the tour of succor and the idea of frugality
frailty for the knowing, and the ark of suggestion
to find in the fingers of when, the power to kin, to kiss for duality
is it me, or is this fish with its way in the river, having a merciful dream?
in the name of sour heads and the tone of a voice to remember the cults
that saved themselves form the mire of stone and the door on acid, we called a barren
sorts of justice, and the ask of all in the memory of knead and knee, praise of another's faults
is for the damned, the kind of thing we know in the mired face, oft caring?
shadows and shame, the moments of urges to find in the hands of complexity
city's and the brownness of a land, to confirm the nature of more than all
to climb the tree of service to an ideal hour, for the rest of compelling testimony
when and where, the future in our baser ides, for a back of thieves and the fall
why?
did you know I am so staring, starring and tarried for a heinous sense of lips?
the power to live in the name, of a fury to quell in time with a simpler sign
of mutual lives, the cope of a prophecy for the sanity of any and all did ...
shape of needs and the wings of dread and avarice for the neglect of a noted bed?
lams of choice in the way of courtesy for the rest of the story, of chaste and jaundiced
still's of the night, form in the window a change, of seasons no one has seen, except lead?
foolish was the day this philosophy was formed, for the call of an angry norm, in harm spiced
bones with names that delve into the scope of another hope, are dead ...
if cope, the stare of suggestion in a mind, is now the curiosity of a dread, is dying ...
the tone of a chosen voice, that hasn't the meal of a lifetime, on its lip's, a head...
is your murder, the nature of a courage in love with a silent terror from the ear, relying ...
utterly
lost in a sea of burden and the disease of cold errors for the mind of nowhere
fool is now the savior of a simple lip, the accusation of mercy in the real, of doesn't ...?
found upon the isle, of mariah's and the carry of a horizon with another name, hair
bent, beat, burnt, and bound
I know the laugh you sought for a shadow of reach in the skill's of done and gone, to hell
heaven in the praise of another prayer, this tooth of rigors and the region of sound
wills of conscience that keep the waiting smile, of a child without the rages of the world
thunder to wonder
themselves to trendier
thorough to tongues
the smile on the North's silence
this argued toe and its work for the day
is made to travail, like a bucket of water to a fire
thought to be a trial perplexity in the world of honored and gay ...
brazen, the tour of succor and the idea of frugality
frailty for the knowing, and the ark of suggestion
to find in the fingers of when, the power to kin, to kiss for duality
is it me, or is this fish with its way in the river, having a merciful dream?
in the name of sour heads and the tone of a voice to remember the cults
that saved themselves form the mire of stone and the door on acid, we called a barren
sorts of justice, and the ask of all in the memory of knead and knee, praise of another's faults
is for the damned, the kind of thing we know in the mired face, oft caring?
shadows and shame, the moments of urges to find in the hands of complexity
city's and the brownness of a land, to confirm the nature of more than all
to climb the tree of service to an ideal hour, for the rest of compelling testimony
when and where, the future in our baser ides, for a back of thieves and the fall
why?
did you know I am so staring, starring and tarried for a heinous sense of lips?
the power to live in the name, of a fury to quell in time with a simpler sign
of mutual lives, the cope of a prophecy for the sanity of any and all did ...
shape of needs and the wings of dread and avarice for the neglect of a noted bed?
lams of choice in the way of courtesy for the rest of the story, of chaste and jaundiced
still's of the night, form in the window a change, of seasons no one has seen, except lead?
foolish was the day this philosophy was formed, for the call of an angry norm, in harm spiced
bones with names that delve into the scope of another hope, are dead ...
if cope, the stare of suggestion in a mind, is now the curiosity of a dread, is dying ...
the tone of a chosen voice, that hasn't the meal of a lifetime, on its lip's, a head...
is your murder, the nature of a courage in love with a silent terror from the ear, relying ...
utterly
lost in a sea of burden and the disease of cold errors for the mind of nowhere
fool is now the savior of a simple lip, the accusation of mercy in the real, of doesn't ...?
found upon the isle, of mariah's and the carry of a horizon with another name, hair
bent, beat, burnt, and bound
I know the laugh you sought for a shadow of reach in the skill's of done and gone, to hell
heaven in the praise of another prayer, this tooth of rigors and the region of sound
wills of conscience that keep the waiting smile, of a child without the rages of the world
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Pushing The Beginning Into The End, Succor
Pushing The Beginning Into The End, Succor
