WINE AND GATES
Funhouses And Haunted Fausts, Bible Belt
kiss kiss, the uncle and the miss
the waiting wind, for a silent habit, to begin
the nary of songs in the mar, do we remember is?
bean bean, deep promises and the ark of lend
may we always see, the morning with a sun
somewhere in the name of cope don't dour, an egg says hello
the furor over senses in love with all and spice and the methodology of wise, one
is a rather hurried smile, in the kind we accept as a mire in the hours
presents, presence, prescience
the focus of an youthing eye, on the need of has
the wailing slight of burden for a same end
the ascension of totals and the mind of hovels, in love with guesses
money in the fame of clashes with erudite since or season?
this angry fess of ability for the rage of angels, is nothing but an oncoming frost
the lips of doors and the mighty semblance to bread, is doth a reason
placed for made bed, with a soul of vision for each fairing lent of neglected us
panic...?
the truth in a vicing mouth, evidence of choices in the mention of dust
the tooth to liberate the mother of intention from the cold fingers of darkness, tragic
where a spark of intelligence, is the hark of identity's in the round of thus
the mind of another, to seed the course of a attraction to trains of sickening
morals and the force of this, to confirm the messages in the tree's
to whether and other, the call to neither for a space of freedom that has a thing
called a purpose under the stars, for the flowers of could, these colors of hickey's...
the waiting wind, for a silent habit, to begin
the nary of songs in the mar, do we remember is?
bean bean, deep promises and the ark of lend
may we always see, the morning with a sun
somewhere in the name of cope don't dour, an egg says hello
the furor over senses in love with all and spice and the methodology of wise, one
is a rather hurried smile, in the kind we accept as a mire in the hours
presents, presence, prescience
the focus of an youthing eye, on the need of has
the wailing slight of burden for a same end
the ascension of totals and the mind of hovels, in love with guesses
money in the fame of clashes with erudite since or season?
this angry fess of ability for the rage of angels, is nothing but an oncoming frost
the lips of doors and the mighty semblance to bread, is doth a reason
placed for made bed, with a soul of vision for each fairing lent of neglected us
panic...?
the truth in a vicing mouth, evidence of choices in the mention of dust
the tooth to liberate the mother of intention from the cold fingers of darkness, tragic
where a spark of intelligence, is the hark of identity's in the round of thus
the mind of another, to seed the course of a attraction to trains of sickening
morals and the force of this, to confirm the messages in the tree's
to whether and other, the call to neither for a space of freedom that has a thing
called a purpose under the stars, for the flowers of could, these colors of hickey's...
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Funhouses And Haunted Fausts, Bible Belt
Funhouses And Haunted Fausts, Bible Belt
