WINE AND GATES
Clearly A Beverage Won't Due, More Or Else
practically a thunder
toys in the fate, of survived labor
in the name of a sense of wonder
to cleverly succumb to the sound, of any in love with humble ...
sour accord, on the energies we call a future
the only way to honor and its summit, the toil of new consciences?
above and beyond, older and out, to neglect a world
made by maddened hands, for the few of many is a lam that offends?
selected mights, the sting of journeyed nights
the tally of choice in the valley of voice, keen
to quell, no qualm the terror of a new mind, to the sides of rights
the coping world, the caring land in a mire of violence, seen
particularly the hap, the house of conditions for the questions asked
if but a salacious kin, the mereness of a deeming eye
in the share of the wind worth your, facts
the patience of ages of chastity for the rest of a cleverer nigh
taken with the wind, to know the clash of august methods of the brake of unity, to which is day?
in these hands, and the gift of depravity to come forward, and the ailing need
the mission of charity is found like the marveling of a salt in the corner of the eye, why?
to simplify the obvious problem of society to find its lips formed, in the grace of heed
presence of mind, presents of nature come
the few in the distinct providence of the rain, reigning as a liberty isn't
fists and wisdom for a chance to requiem of a new voice, that has the history of some
where a hatred of silence, is ours for a song and the hat of prudence, that wasn't
dead or a device of ages
the walking memory of sureality to finish the meal of suggestion yet to come
the praise of a single egg of insolence, or the prowling of a tongue in the flash of rages
the mar of solitude in your heart, we know the price of yearning for the least, home
spiders and waiting, the uncle of sudden fire
prayers from the belly of notoriety, choices in the fat
of a climbed tree worth the still naïvete of courses, in lucre before liars
where the indication of reason is but a chance of as, toes and the vanity of acts
toys in the fate, of survived labor
in the name of a sense of wonder
to cleverly succumb to the sound, of any in love with humble ...
sour accord, on the energies we call a future
the only way to honor and its summit, the toil of new consciences?
above and beyond, older and out, to neglect a world
made by maddened hands, for the few of many is a lam that offends?
selected mights, the sting of journeyed nights
the tally of choice in the valley of voice, keen
to quell, no qualm the terror of a new mind, to the sides of rights
the coping world, the caring land in a mire of violence, seen
particularly the hap, the house of conditions for the questions asked
if but a salacious kin, the mereness of a deeming eye
in the share of the wind worth your, facts
the patience of ages of chastity for the rest of a cleverer nigh
taken with the wind, to know the clash of august methods of the brake of unity, to which is day?
in these hands, and the gift of depravity to come forward, and the ailing need
the mission of charity is found like the marveling of a salt in the corner of the eye, why?
to simplify the obvious problem of society to find its lips formed, in the grace of heed
presence of mind, presents of nature come
the few in the distinct providence of the rain, reigning as a liberty isn't
fists and wisdom for a chance to requiem of a new voice, that has the history of some
where a hatred of silence, is ours for a song and the hat of prudence, that wasn't
dead or a device of ages
the walking memory of sureality to finish the meal of suggestion yet to come
the praise of a single egg of insolence, or the prowling of a tongue in the flash of rages
the mar of solitude in your heart, we know the price of yearning for the least, home
spiders and waiting, the uncle of sudden fire
prayers from the belly of notoriety, choices in the fat
of a climbed tree worth the still naïvete of courses, in lucre before liars
where the indication of reason is but a chance of as, toes and the vanity of acts
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Clearly A Beverage Won`t Due, More Or Else
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