WINE AND GATES
Sitting In The Race, Seeing In The Rage; Ever
didn't, don't, doesn't
thought the twain, the tale of sorry eyes
time in the powers that be, a place for wasn't
the truth in a hand of consideration, long before the door of lies?
sallow, the taint of an erring tear
the should with the lip of anarchy, to twist and do
due to the sound of another kissed mine, to remember
and a choice in the courses of men, and the paces of can to who
coins in the dreams, care in the home of a bothered
waste and the hats off, to a lapse of sigh's, thought once the dread
seen twice, the coping more in the driving rain, where a sanity offered
is still the means to an end, with a could and a kinder stare, the ahead
precise, and with a beautiful time for each bastion, of service
to an ideal life, the cant with the want in the margin of disdain
back to ache, with a martyrs knowing firmly sent to the likewise of chance
who in their right mind would be here?, the preparation of wind and the thought came?
right, who and truth in the mouth of the young
actual life for the sound of better such, if not the love of us
in a way, the prose of persons found, for the moment to host a face cunning
can, we see the measure of summation you keep, the marvel of learning the question of thus
suppose, supplant, succor
the teeth to know the been and the going to beautiful hell
where the vision of salt versus sanity, is more than a body can take, or share verve
for a prayer of suggestions never heard, but have the advance of a correcting first, well
do we see the marriage of conscience in the metal of unity to come, have?
we selected our future for the rest of pining and sign's of the future of praise?
for out the road to concern, the martyrs of chaste and the haste involved with love
have become the guard and garrison of a breath of sincerity seemed the lord of the age
wet with answers, the few of done and the soon of gone
has the sense to show the moments until we all are, the scope of another choice
in the mercy of antipathy for angry sakes, to keep a life of energy and some
is this hair of continued limits to the sadness we know, a heart of voices?
thought the twain, the tale of sorry eyes
time in the powers that be, a place for wasn't
the truth in a hand of consideration, long before the door of lies?
sallow, the taint of an erring tear
the should with the lip of anarchy, to twist and do
due to the sound of another kissed mine, to remember
and a choice in the courses of men, and the paces of can to who
coins in the dreams, care in the home of a bothered
waste and the hats off, to a lapse of sigh's, thought once the dread
seen twice, the coping more in the driving rain, where a sanity offered
is still the means to an end, with a could and a kinder stare, the ahead
precise, and with a beautiful time for each bastion, of service
to an ideal life, the cant with the want in the margin of disdain
back to ache, with a martyrs knowing firmly sent to the likewise of chance
who in their right mind would be here?, the preparation of wind and the thought came?
right, who and truth in the mouth of the young
actual life for the sound of better such, if not the love of us
in a way, the prose of persons found, for the moment to host a face cunning
can, we see the measure of summation you keep, the marvel of learning the question of thus
suppose, supplant, succor
the teeth to know the been and the going to beautiful hell
where the vision of salt versus sanity, is more than a body can take, or share verve
for a prayer of suggestions never heard, but have the advance of a correcting first, well
do we see the marriage of conscience in the metal of unity to come, have?
we selected our future for the rest of pining and sign's of the future of praise?
for out the road to concern, the martyrs of chaste and the haste involved with love
have become the guard and garrison of a breath of sincerity seemed the lord of the age
wet with answers, the few of done and the soon of gone
has the sense to show the moments until we all are, the scope of another choice
in the mercy of antipathy for angry sakes, to keep a life of energy and some
is this hair of continued limits to the sadness we know, a heart of voices?
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Sitting In The Race, Seeing In The Rage; Ever
Sitting In The Race, Seeing In The Rage; Ever
