WINE AND GATES
Been Accolade Sent To Ruin, Exactly To Consider
taste in the asking
form to our best, witnessing
of a bound few, to remember the vastness
of a chosen flower with a smile for the kissing ...
doesn't?
the raging offer of soap and the destiny of shadows
these ours of vexation and the myth of what was, honest
the tooth of avarice for the reality of quieter nerves, poorer?
the share of cold, the fair of should, heir
the might of another temple, of the passion in the wing
to climb the stare of a neglecting shame, in the stress of fear
to dwell withy any, all, and the fall of common; things
tradition under your thumb
the walking and the sulking of sense, in a strange way
the sanity of versions of virgins among the urging of younger
ways with a share of the persuasion of, life in a simple say
of visions of quests and the myriad times of a knowing land
the reach of use, and the abuse, of tones of voice sought, to cure
the names of the ley, in the smile of acquisition for the rages at hand
of sincerity and the charity of strength in view, are you ever more than prodigy during?
duress and the ashes of a naked fame, for the rest of possession amidst the intuition
of call and the mix of sleep before the nuance of a city of hope, long before cope
the mire of insinuation of courage's is a place to remind the placitude, of generations
the misery of a them, is a loved hour of nativity's, if but metal to know
shape of torments and the excuse of laments in the nature of kingdom come?
safety in numbers of domain, if but a collected sigh of resignation?
terror for a heart fairer, in the paces of conscience for the redress of some?
time to liberate the waiting cares of composure in the place of answers to life's question's?
your death is in the mind, the parts of mine, and the decency of mention
wouldn't a god of reprehension know this from the beginning, the martyr of solemnity
for a furthering salt, the gage of altogether the none, and a bloody contention?
prayer and cessation kinged, fury is on your side, as long as will's know identity ...
form to our best, witnessing
of a bound few, to remember the vastness
of a chosen flower with a smile for the kissing ...
doesn't?
the raging offer of soap and the destiny of shadows
these ours of vexation and the myth of what was, honest
the tooth of avarice for the reality of quieter nerves, poorer?
the share of cold, the fair of should, heir
the might of another temple, of the passion in the wing
to climb the stare of a neglecting shame, in the stress of fear
to dwell withy any, all, and the fall of common; things
tradition under your thumb
the walking and the sulking of sense, in a strange way
the sanity of versions of virgins among the urging of younger
ways with a share of the persuasion of, life in a simple say
of visions of quests and the myriad times of a knowing land
the reach of use, and the abuse, of tones of voice sought, to cure
the names of the ley, in the smile of acquisition for the rages at hand
of sincerity and the charity of strength in view, are you ever more than prodigy during?
duress and the ashes of a naked fame, for the rest of possession amidst the intuition
of call and the mix of sleep before the nuance of a city of hope, long before cope
the mire of insinuation of courage's is a place to remind the placitude, of generations
the misery of a them, is a loved hour of nativity's, if but metal to know
shape of torments and the excuse of laments in the nature of kingdom come?
safety in numbers of domain, if but a collected sigh of resignation?
terror for a heart fairer, in the paces of conscience for the redress of some?
time to liberate the waiting cares of composure in the place of answers to life's question's?
your death is in the mind, the parts of mine, and the decency of mention
wouldn't a god of reprehension know this from the beginning, the martyr of solemnity
for a furthering salt, the gage of altogether the none, and a bloody contention?
prayer and cessation kinged, fury is on your side, as long as will's know identity ...
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Been Accolade Sent To Ruin, Exactly To Consider
Been Accolade Sent To Ruin, Exactly To Consider
