WINE AND GATES
Strangers In The Knight, Born To Risen Light
brash to fascism
the ward of the worlds
terror in the hidden, to press a mention of cataclysm
then and the browning meat, in the refridgerator and the garden
long days with a smile, the target of a new dragon
in the stir of shapes that is a fresh creation
of similarity and the total coming for the sense of a legend
in these doors and wars, the martyr of neglect is a lesson
in humble pie, the tarter naïve in the smoke
isn't the myth of a coming word, the bravery of a knowing art
honor and the all of a days song in the form of a heart, is no joke
the mix of damnation with the liberty in courage's, is a wart?
fury, and the tradition of chains, changing in the since
the world will wait, for the rest of bones in the season of quality
to remember the year of your birth, this bread smell's like gin
the day, is warm, the month, is women, the year is wishy washy
time, in the battle of a lifetime
the tender eyes of regret for a song in the mystery we saw, might
may and the tale of a prudence for the exaction of an hour glass, with slyness
comes the date of aboriginality, which isn't the vegetable in your sight
dragons with no name, have the world at leviathans
women of caliber and the motive of searched for excuses, know the bride
years of insecurity in the needs of another, see the mists of a cant
bread in the siring of children see the wolf in sheep's clothing, cried
that leaves you with a wall in the neither called a bruise
more than else, if not bells of vision in your nary, done climbed
that cloth you kept as a record of stones and the eulogy of home, is meat in booze
try the tear, the milk of cumin, the silk in the china shop, the care of a soda rhymed
hate and the virginity of a chaste omittance, admit a serious lip of compliance
to the sign's of hardship on the sides of cope and its shame, hope
reality is a larger than let, lottery of silence for you, in the way of shadows of ...
shoes of flowers and the flow of showers with a signal for a carrying hip of soap
now
the praise of sincerity to wait upon the smoke we mentioned earlier
these dramas of solace and the carefulness of the lips of reasons seen for low
have no idea where you've been to keep, a craving for wisdom in the sight of dearer ...
alice is a shark if you wake the dead
alice is a raging bull if you share a meal with a family member
alice is a park in love, if you remember the dread
alice is a shamed follower of sickness, if a lucky sore is for the grander
the ward of the worlds
terror in the hidden, to press a mention of cataclysm
then and the browning meat, in the refridgerator and the garden
long days with a smile, the target of a new dragon
in the stir of shapes that is a fresh creation
of similarity and the total coming for the sense of a legend
in these doors and wars, the martyr of neglect is a lesson
in humble pie, the tarter naïve in the smoke
isn't the myth of a coming word, the bravery of a knowing art
honor and the all of a days song in the form of a heart, is no joke
the mix of damnation with the liberty in courage's, is a wart?
fury, and the tradition of chains, changing in the since
the world will wait, for the rest of bones in the season of quality
to remember the year of your birth, this bread smell's like gin
the day, is warm, the month, is women, the year is wishy washy
time, in the battle of a lifetime
the tender eyes of regret for a song in the mystery we saw, might
may and the tale of a prudence for the exaction of an hour glass, with slyness
comes the date of aboriginality, which isn't the vegetable in your sight
dragons with no name, have the world at leviathans
women of caliber and the motive of searched for excuses, know the bride
years of insecurity in the needs of another, see the mists of a cant
bread in the siring of children see the wolf in sheep's clothing, cried
that leaves you with a wall in the neither called a bruise
more than else, if not bells of vision in your nary, done climbed
that cloth you kept as a record of stones and the eulogy of home, is meat in booze
try the tear, the milk of cumin, the silk in the china shop, the care of a soda rhymed
hate and the virginity of a chaste omittance, admit a serious lip of compliance
to the sign's of hardship on the sides of cope and its shame, hope
reality is a larger than let, lottery of silence for you, in the way of shadows of ...
shoes of flowers and the flow of showers with a signal for a carrying hip of soap
now
the praise of sincerity to wait upon the smoke we mentioned earlier
these dramas of solace and the carefulness of the lips of reasons seen for low
have no idea where you've been to keep, a craving for wisdom in the sight of dearer ...
alice is a shark if you wake the dead
alice is a raging bull if you share a meal with a family member
alice is a park in love, if you remember the dread
alice is a shamed follower of sickness, if a lucky sore is for the grander
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Strangers In The Knight, Born To Risen Light
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