WINE AND GATES
Fly's And Spider's, Ant's And Monkey's, Climb
poem to the honor we know
the which in the stitches of gain, again
courts of summation, to fend for a passion in the hold
as to ask, assume to ash, the smile of a blatant sin
tenths of a hour, in the since we see the direct
shun and fury, the song and the future of a dream in tears
time is a labor for all but the concerned, who have made elect
the seclusion of pining saviors, the season of a new weird
places and faces of the heart
the culling stranger, the myriad havoc of a salty eye
pound of survival's metal in the vanity of condition or skin, to are
the still thriving notion of presence for a sanity, is a weak liberty of sigh's
tenacity or tangibility
the tract of seer's and the stare of dependency
in the scope and the skip, of further shines of the maluability
of colossi of generalities of fate, the few of kindness to deliver the shred of decency
now is the time to kiss the kindred
of all and the act of the fall of the facts
in the courage we espouse, for the silent retrieval of erring said
might and the method in neglecting the some, we know the cant for a breath before pacts
done to such, sun to does
my name is still questions and the keep of an odd ordeal
to make the shape of naked emotion and the sake of motions of us
the pace of a breed for the shadows to worth, the many before the wage of hell
sated with the blind, we are a helping start to the final heard muse
of a sour accord in love with the fulfillment of joy, to know a have
of climates of spirit in the fold, of fame and the name of answers to who's
the rage of simplicity in found ways, the meet of sincerity for one thought gave
introductions are in order, for a sight unseen with hope to keen
there in to offer, the ends of the world in a furthering fashion, is this cheek
an art of honor, in the golden realm of effluence, if not the briefer meaning
of a soul with truth to come, in the form of spices to find ours, if but a leave of mind
the which in the stitches of gain, again
courts of summation, to fend for a passion in the hold
as to ask, assume to ash, the smile of a blatant sin
tenths of a hour, in the since we see the direct
shun and fury, the song and the future of a dream in tears
time is a labor for all but the concerned, who have made elect
the seclusion of pining saviors, the season of a new weird
places and faces of the heart
the culling stranger, the myriad havoc of a salty eye
pound of survival's metal in the vanity of condition or skin, to are
the still thriving notion of presence for a sanity, is a weak liberty of sigh's
tenacity or tangibility
the tract of seer's and the stare of dependency
in the scope and the skip, of further shines of the maluability
of colossi of generalities of fate, the few of kindness to deliver the shred of decency
now is the time to kiss the kindred
of all and the act of the fall of the facts
in the courage we espouse, for the silent retrieval of erring said
might and the method in neglecting the some, we know the cant for a breath before pacts
done to such, sun to does
my name is still questions and the keep of an odd ordeal
to make the shape of naked emotion and the sake of motions of us
the pace of a breed for the shadows to worth, the many before the wage of hell
sated with the blind, we are a helping start to the final heard muse
of a sour accord in love with the fulfillment of joy, to know a have
of climates of spirit in the fold, of fame and the name of answers to who's
the rage of simplicity in found ways, the meet of sincerity for one thought gave
introductions are in order, for a sight unseen with hope to keen
there in to offer, the ends of the world in a furthering fashion, is this cheek
an art of honor, in the golden realm of effluence, if not the briefer meaning
of a soul with truth to come, in the form of spices to find ours, if but a leave of mind
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Fly`s And Spider`s, Ant`s And Monkey`s, Climb
Fly`s And Spider`s, Ant`s And Monkey`s, Climb