WINE AND GATES
Piled High And With Time And Originality, Thank You
browsed, effected, genuinely
asked if a sanity has a door with the abuse, of a committal
the verve of the air and the stare of a change are a friend, ingenuity
of a salt is our reward to theirs, the tooth of essence was a haunt of will's
places in the heart, heathen to an our of paces
the colting hold, of a new idea
in an adoring sides of clique, providence, and the miracle of ways
to come for a stress and the strength it knew to keep, in time
welling, the smell of acknowledgement for the rest of us
the pressure of silence for a chin of reliance, to quote a past flood
that dirt is holier than hurt, if we ever get to remember it thus
where the legend of pristine might and the mayhem of sanctity dwell, we know a jude
penny found, in the navel of the world
where a tiger has the thought, to worth is a lip of considered ache, the truth
is a passion in love many fold, the higher the stone in the sky, the youth or the early
will be a shadow of some to come, with a garden of hate, if anywhere is ought aloof ...
your shine, many more thine, our sign
to move among the hell we assist to finish the think of drama in the day
we are the torn, to shreds of reality for a slighter hand in the pie, pining
to know a rescue of demands in the neglect, of a wall of curses in the hip of any
power loves power, therefore the taint of common go
force rejects force, therefore the kind of acumen that comes to those that know
might eats might, therefore the cope of a nuance in the mission of vestige to weal's of owe
may hates may, therefore the poignancy of choice in the few, to keep a prayer to old
the embarrassment of a city? where the doles of liberty say all is a fresh wind of chance?
your knee's, the beauty of anarchy, and the severity of friendship to see
the brow of substance in the works we have circumsized, if not found fuel for instance
of a complete soul, yonder house of chaste would like you to know, the future's energy
asked if a sanity has a door with the abuse, of a committal
the verve of the air and the stare of a change are a friend, ingenuity
of a salt is our reward to theirs, the tooth of essence was a haunt of will's
places in the heart, heathen to an our of paces
the colting hold, of a new idea
in an adoring sides of clique, providence, and the miracle of ways
to come for a stress and the strength it knew to keep, in time
welling, the smell of acknowledgement for the rest of us
the pressure of silence for a chin of reliance, to quote a past flood
that dirt is holier than hurt, if we ever get to remember it thus
where the legend of pristine might and the mayhem of sanctity dwell, we know a jude
penny found, in the navel of the world
where a tiger has the thought, to worth is a lip of considered ache, the truth
is a passion in love many fold, the higher the stone in the sky, the youth or the early
will be a shadow of some to come, with a garden of hate, if anywhere is ought aloof ...
your shine, many more thine, our sign
to move among the hell we assist to finish the think of drama in the day
we are the torn, to shreds of reality for a slighter hand in the pie, pining
to know a rescue of demands in the neglect, of a wall of curses in the hip of any
power loves power, therefore the taint of common go
force rejects force, therefore the kind of acumen that comes to those that know
might eats might, therefore the cope of a nuance in the mission of vestige to weal's of owe
may hates may, therefore the poignancy of choice in the few, to keep a prayer to old
the embarrassment of a city? where the doles of liberty say all is a fresh wind of chance?
your knee's, the beauty of anarchy, and the severity of friendship to see
the brow of substance in the works we have circumsized, if not found fuel for instance
of a complete soul, yonder house of chaste would like you to know, the future's energy
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Piled High And With Time And Originality, Thank You
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