WINE AND GATES
Heaven, The Satan Of Gold To Finger The Sanity Of Others?
how, is a braving salt
in a world the power to deliver the news?
of a chance in the fears of another, fault
is to wished solace, the now with a sun in its issues?
prayer, to fairing thou, the knock of a vices door
in the smiles we still for asking the might, of a roam
inferior though a silent hind in love with you is, a wander
at a mirror shows the nakedness of a thumb to this, the place of Sodom...?
tine, to twine in the twinkling of a dream
the sanity of vanity to candidly give the mice of questioned chemistry...
and the smirk of the moon, we deliberate the brown of eminency
of an angel of aggression to vow, the signature of a pining east?
like a doll, a boot and a harp in the season of a presence
of mind for a heroine, the door to your anger and the silly way we sin
isn't a risen shower of lords, the paleness of a curious windfall
of kisses you made for me, interim and waiting hinds of choice, to rhyme
your a son a bitch with love for a dining house in the rain?
is a reach of sordid hap the our of slime and the suck of purpose?
intellect and hell to save a rigor mortis of chance and the same?
young as a tongue is according to politics and the shadows of a wisdom, we lose?
this spite in your height, as we shape the world around us
may and the heaven we call a home, isn't a right to futures of oddity
know the pace of a shame in the where, if any is ever a hair, to begin with thus
gray and fathers of sates, have a chance with all in the some's in the city
put upon the shall to fingers of would and the hall of sheer form
your boredom with a shell, is a reason to cure a nose for the smitten
understanding of a light to fish, the prescience, of a nearing worm
is this masturbation a pill in school's of thought, in glass we are bitten?
care for a spare burden of acids in a heavy haze of cream?
sigh's of roses in an our, of deadliness for a fruit that is a presumption?
of a welling clarity to kiss the similarity of a royalty in the squirming?
of a hyper child to delve into a rage of this and that, to exact a cavern of dying?
your electricity, my honor as a wealth in the sight of an excused table
of winks and the still included ink of survival in the now, wailing
upon the sides of a nourished starkness of a quieter fable...
of seasons of mercy in a concerted all of witnessing the smell of hearing?
color of truth to climb, the winding stair of selection and the shape of the future
in a withheld flower is the ought of needs in the place of deed to quell
the miracle of life, on the morrow of superiority, we seed the silence of curiosity
that, is the answer of a you to live, in a crying star, we serve the religion of soul's
time in your shadow, worth in your shall to save my pride to liberate the mine
of death and the method of callousness for a requiem of ancients with a mire
under their tongue, for out the sweetness of a nary done, for frugality of sign's
from heed, yonder gaiety in view of a rage of sickness, and a redress of language to verve
window of opportunity for a fissure of smoke and Hippocrates, to kill?
sides of charisma and the horse of a different color, in the sadness
is and isn't a sickness the more we can, a fulcrum of passion to build
in the mind of since, are these rainbows the minus of pleasant wests?
kill me with kindness, and a lore of water to sing
the might of a color to finish the mystery of a sign in heaven itself
antipathy and the share of sweetness for you to manifest the hidden wings
of reality itself, to remember the name of a stone we failed as a family, but won as selves
in a world the power to deliver the news?
of a chance in the fears of another, fault
is to wished solace, the now with a sun in its issues?
prayer, to fairing thou, the knock of a vices door
in the smiles we still for asking the might, of a roam
inferior though a silent hind in love with you is, a wander
at a mirror shows the nakedness of a thumb to this, the place of Sodom...?
tine, to twine in the twinkling of a dream
the sanity of vanity to candidly give the mice of questioned chemistry...
and the smirk of the moon, we deliberate the brown of eminency
of an angel of aggression to vow, the signature of a pining east?
like a doll, a boot and a harp in the season of a presence
of mind for a heroine, the door to your anger and the silly way we sin
isn't a risen shower of lords, the paleness of a curious windfall
of kisses you made for me, interim and waiting hinds of choice, to rhyme
your a son a bitch with love for a dining house in the rain?
is a reach of sordid hap the our of slime and the suck of purpose?
intellect and hell to save a rigor mortis of chance and the same?
young as a tongue is according to politics and the shadows of a wisdom, we lose?
this spite in your height, as we shape the world around us
may and the heaven we call a home, isn't a right to futures of oddity
know the pace of a shame in the where, if any is ever a hair, to begin with thus
gray and fathers of sates, have a chance with all in the some's in the city
put upon the shall to fingers of would and the hall of sheer form
your boredom with a shell, is a reason to cure a nose for the smitten
understanding of a light to fish, the prescience, of a nearing worm
is this masturbation a pill in school's of thought, in glass we are bitten?
care for a spare burden of acids in a heavy haze of cream?
sigh's of roses in an our, of deadliness for a fruit that is a presumption?
of a welling clarity to kiss the similarity of a royalty in the squirming?
of a hyper child to delve into a rage of this and that, to exact a cavern of dying?
your electricity, my honor as a wealth in the sight of an excused table
of winks and the still included ink of survival in the now, wailing
upon the sides of a nourished starkness of a quieter fable...
of seasons of mercy in a concerted all of witnessing the smell of hearing?
color of truth to climb, the winding stair of selection and the shape of the future
in a withheld flower is the ought of needs in the place of deed to quell
the miracle of life, on the morrow of superiority, we seed the silence of curiosity
that, is the answer of a you to live, in a crying star, we serve the religion of soul's
time in your shadow, worth in your shall to save my pride to liberate the mine
of death and the method of callousness for a requiem of ancients with a mire
under their tongue, for out the sweetness of a nary done, for frugality of sign's
from heed, yonder gaiety in view of a rage of sickness, and a redress of language to verve
window of opportunity for a fissure of smoke and Hippocrates, to kill?
sides of charisma and the horse of a different color, in the sadness
is and isn't a sickness the more we can, a fulcrum of passion to build
in the mind of since, are these rainbows the minus of pleasant wests?
kill me with kindness, and a lore of water to sing
the might of a color to finish the mystery of a sign in heaven itself
antipathy and the share of sweetness for you to manifest the hidden wings
of reality itself, to remember the name of a stone we failed as a family, but won as selves
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Heaven, The Satan Of Gold To Finger The Sanity Of Others?
Heaven, The Satan Of Gold To Finger The Sanity Of Others?