WINE AND GATES
Persuasion Found, The Tongue Of Divinity
words to the wiser ...
the mercy in a fashion after tartness
the cant with a fist in misery
the history of a encouraged future to search for a bless
time, the master of all that goes and comes
in the form of a sanity for the rest of a liberal vanity
to hold and to promise, the world and a valued thing, hums
is it me, or it time to know the break of the wind, for a city
fruit and the suit of youth
fame and the sorts of yonder
fury and the show of yearning, who'th
futures and the shallow of years, wonder
premonition of a cold treason in the flash in the pan
the miracle of substances to deliver an acknowledged bite
shadows of which in the finish of isn'ts, is a controlling hand
the method of dim truth in the sandy cope we have seen, slight
the moment of conscience
the irony of nature to seek the back of something greater for the pace of either
in the measure of sincerity to find, the lucre of hope and prescience
this aspiring haste and the ache of presumptive kind, is for the patience of callous here
poignant, to those that have the mind to know a passion in the fore?
the taste of opposition for the case of urgency, which hangs by the door of avarice?
salacious domain of a travailing being, to finger the native eyes of worth?
them and the still turning world for a prayer of contingency in the saying of vice?
where have the jewels of decency been?
in the rages of honor to finalize the mission of a new face, to the table of weary ...
tradition and the ailing marvel of neglect to know, the mention of a service keen
to the nose of chastity, if not the charity of declaring the works meant, for out a rarity
is this issue of deliverance and the kiss of opportunity for the rate of ordeals of some?
the walls of vision itself, in the myths of languishing tones of a new voice, for all
the terror of some and place, and the nation of occasion found, for home
this needful stare and its accompanying thought of compliance, is for the secret to fall ...
and fall it must, for we are the peoples of others and the bane of bothers
likened to hostile choices in the marriage of depravity to ilk and to further mines
the patience of a single light in the way of a deplorability is for the face of another
pressure of eternity to fate, the still of neglect we knew, as a heart of seek sublime
the mercy in a fashion after tartness
the cant with a fist in misery
the history of a encouraged future to search for a bless
time, the master of all that goes and comes
in the form of a sanity for the rest of a liberal vanity
to hold and to promise, the world and a valued thing, hums
is it me, or it time to know the break of the wind, for a city
fruit and the suit of youth
fame and the sorts of yonder
fury and the show of yearning, who'th
futures and the shallow of years, wonder
premonition of a cold treason in the flash in the pan
the miracle of substances to deliver an acknowledged bite
shadows of which in the finish of isn'ts, is a controlling hand
the method of dim truth in the sandy cope we have seen, slight
the moment of conscience
the irony of nature to seek the back of something greater for the pace of either
in the measure of sincerity to find, the lucre of hope and prescience
this aspiring haste and the ache of presumptive kind, is for the patience of callous here
poignant, to those that have the mind to know a passion in the fore?
the taste of opposition for the case of urgency, which hangs by the door of avarice?
salacious domain of a travailing being, to finger the native eyes of worth?
them and the still turning world for a prayer of contingency in the saying of vice?
where have the jewels of decency been?
in the rages of honor to finalize the mission of a new face, to the table of weary ...
tradition and the ailing marvel of neglect to know, the mention of a service keen
to the nose of chastity, if not the charity of declaring the works meant, for out a rarity
is this issue of deliverance and the kiss of opportunity for the rate of ordeals of some?
the walls of vision itself, in the myths of languishing tones of a new voice, for all
the terror of some and place, and the nation of occasion found, for home
this needful stare and its accompanying thought of compliance, is for the secret to fall ...
and fall it must, for we are the peoples of others and the bane of bothers
likened to hostile choices in the marriage of depravity to ilk and to further mines
the patience of a single light in the way of a deplorability is for the face of another
pressure of eternity to fate, the still of neglect we knew, as a heart of seek sublime
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Persuasion Found, The Tongue Of Divinity
Persuasion Found, The Tongue Of Divinity