WINE AND GATES
What Do You Think Jesus Does With The Harps?
till we meet again
the tired eyes of choice, to reach for the now
in these words do we know a beckoning sin
for the shroud of decency to come, for how
pace and pleasure, the might of a know
to wince at a life in the rain
where these days are done, to each and dread for owe
come to the bells, of similarity and else, for a champion came
with a smile, to keep
the lovers of nuance and the here to for sound
of warmth and the place of duty to seek
the metal of another known day with a presence in round
we stare, you still
comes the call, for the pressure of any and will
the hair of domains and the share in what chills
us to the bone, for a guidance through borrowing hell
palsy, and the may all of done dreams
the walls of judgment have become a terror for us, the ley
to reach for reason and the ark of summation in view, seems
the nation of vile displays and the dead vanity to come, have
power to a deem, of tart and hearts of condition
alike in gestures of could, the vagueness of a jest, be the myth we suppose
in the blood of Christ, and his way among the gentler speculation
found like a levity of light, to know the now, for a risk in what and when holds
a face together, has the selection of reality in its nose?
a fate together, has the toil of region and the mire of avarice been, condoned?
a fare together, has the liberty in halt's handshake, begun with a misery to lose?
a fame together, has the immediate lip of sunshine in your hair been a home?
speaking of which, where has my little pet for pity been?
when to ides and the ends of a noble glare, to kept irony is the all in a hardship
to follow for a sweeter slice of pie than thought, the coil of wishes in seen
winds of steel at your throat, the smile of night to gloat, the muscle of a whit
poised to strike, we know the cool grace of evening, for a stout reply
the image of disdain, and the minion of superiority to come, with muses
in the needs of a hand or fury of a land to name it for a sly
wedgy's with mustard say the dust wuzzard, if you like to sneeze a yous's
the tired eyes of choice, to reach for the now
in these words do we know a beckoning sin
for the shroud of decency to come, for how
pace and pleasure, the might of a know
to wince at a life in the rain
where these days are done, to each and dread for owe
come to the bells, of similarity and else, for a champion came
with a smile, to keep
the lovers of nuance and the here to for sound
of warmth and the place of duty to seek
the metal of another known day with a presence in round
we stare, you still
comes the call, for the pressure of any and will
the hair of domains and the share in what chills
us to the bone, for a guidance through borrowing hell
palsy, and the may all of done dreams
the walls of judgment have become a terror for us, the ley
to reach for reason and the ark of summation in view, seems
the nation of vile displays and the dead vanity to come, have
power to a deem, of tart and hearts of condition
alike in gestures of could, the vagueness of a jest, be the myth we suppose
in the blood of Christ, and his way among the gentler speculation
found like a levity of light, to know the now, for a risk in what and when holds
a face together, has the selection of reality in its nose?
a fate together, has the toil of region and the mire of avarice been, condoned?
a fare together, has the liberty in halt's handshake, begun with a misery to lose?
a fame together, has the immediate lip of sunshine in your hair been a home?
speaking of which, where has my little pet for pity been?
when to ides and the ends of a noble glare, to kept irony is the all in a hardship
to follow for a sweeter slice of pie than thought, the coil of wishes in seen
winds of steel at your throat, the smile of night to gloat, the muscle of a whit
poised to strike, we know the cool grace of evening, for a stout reply
the image of disdain, and the minion of superiority to come, with muses
in the needs of a hand or fury of a land to name it for a sly
wedgy's with mustard say the dust wuzzard, if you like to sneeze a yous's
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What Do You Think Jesus Does With The Harps?
What Do You Think Jesus Does With The Harps?