WINE AND GATES
Lightning Learned To Ask A King For His Soul
rare
time to fail, the north to live again
the shrine of course and the shy of heirs
powder in your cup, sharing the sanity of amends
rage
caring form in the ethos of a quiet eye
tinkling bells out for a sunny craving
till we remember the style of a choice to find, the climate
rate
saviors of justice to finalize the lemon of acumen
shapes of dreams in the experience of hate
torrid the name, of a clashing world of women
rave
upon the sensibility of questions to the care of anon
a heart to dragon, the requiem of days
myriad, the stir of anger in the mention for among
race
the timid with the blessing of a new saccharine
tight or fit to be tied, this glare of a wind in the face
isn't a round argument with a square ask, alien?
rake
think upon my knee, the stead of earning the candor of gestures and seen
tradition in the miles, if not harrowed smiles, to simplify Jake
tin is an enemy of youthful spit, as a hill has a wish to clean
rape
golden as a shared similarity to seasons is, the fury of none
is a grace before the sensitivity of a merit, a friend to save
this oracle of eggs to finish is a place for an eye to have a home
rain
is in the shuddering sneeze of hind and the sign's of having the time
of our lives, for an art to honor, that has no lips of clarity
mimic the whole, or holy the mine?
Israel
then to end, the myth of horrors and the tunnel of shame that made us
this brine of kindness is for any and all, who play the part of mayhem
where even the house of beauty is a caring freshness of a wonderful thunders?
time to fail, the north to live again
the shrine of course and the shy of heirs
powder in your cup, sharing the sanity of amends
rage
caring form in the ethos of a quiet eye
tinkling bells out for a sunny craving
till we remember the style of a choice to find, the climate
rate
saviors of justice to finalize the lemon of acumen
shapes of dreams in the experience of hate
torrid the name, of a clashing world of women
rave
upon the sensibility of questions to the care of anon
a heart to dragon, the requiem of days
myriad, the stir of anger in the mention for among
race
the timid with the blessing of a new saccharine
tight or fit to be tied, this glare of a wind in the face
isn't a round argument with a square ask, alien?
rake
think upon my knee, the stead of earning the candor of gestures and seen
tradition in the miles, if not harrowed smiles, to simplify Jake
tin is an enemy of youthful spit, as a hill has a wish to clean
rape
golden as a shared similarity to seasons is, the fury of none
is a grace before the sensitivity of a merit, a friend to save
this oracle of eggs to finish is a place for an eye to have a home
rain
is in the shuddering sneeze of hind and the sign's of having the time
of our lives, for an art to honor, that has no lips of clarity
mimic the whole, or holy the mine?
Israel
then to end, the myth of horrors and the tunnel of shame that made us
this brine of kindness is for any and all, who play the part of mayhem
where even the house of beauty is a caring freshness of a wonderful thunders?
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Lightning Learned To Ask A King For His Soul
Lightning Learned To Ask A King For His Soul
