WINE AND GATES
Shall We Build A House Of Beauty For Hell?
caught in the sharing wind
the memory of another soul
with a stir of angels and the dare of reasons to kind
the marriage of now and the habit of how, too old?
the roar of need, in the mission to delves?
of rage and the antipose of angel's in your hand
was to wish, the watched martyr of neglect for an authority in selves
which to inclusion, to merit the fame of anywhere, and time beaten to land...
milk, stones, and light
the furor of nations in but a school of thought, to collect a coin
in the knowledge of passion to come, for an ark of sublime might
thank you or death to the truth of sin, we are the image of haunted mores
in love, with you...?
the marvel of new life is meant for all, that come for the least
tell the tale, or turn the terror on an ear, we have the sense to reach for due
done, to the sanity of another, do you know the care of presence for shames cease?
well to have, the mirth and myth of needs and the heed of questions answered
by the dancing flames you named but each and ecstasy
the power to continue in the world, is but a tongue, found before angered...
like the waiting and the sating you made adrenaline for the now, named entity
dim was the boat of seclusion in your authority to keep a levity in thought?
assumed with a regard for all and the fall of anarchy in the doors of power's sickness?
if to live in a duty and or rhyme, will a heaven know the luck of avarice as not?
in the might of a world to come, isn't this simplicity for the nature of a wish to bless?
conscience or vindication in the name of service to an ideal
the take of sake in your liberty's remorse, in the muse of climbing senses
to know but a shall with the concept of a reach of walls, to such and to heal
we know you for the many eyes of reason made, to ought and the fury of dreams and religions...
the memory of another soul
with a stir of angels and the dare of reasons to kind
the marriage of now and the habit of how, too old?
the roar of need, in the mission to delves?
of rage and the antipose of angel's in your hand
was to wish, the watched martyr of neglect for an authority in selves
which to inclusion, to merit the fame of anywhere, and time beaten to land...
milk, stones, and light
the furor of nations in but a school of thought, to collect a coin
in the knowledge of passion to come, for an ark of sublime might
thank you or death to the truth of sin, we are the image of haunted mores
in love, with you...?
the marvel of new life is meant for all, that come for the least
tell the tale, or turn the terror on an ear, we have the sense to reach for due
done, to the sanity of another, do you know the care of presence for shames cease?
well to have, the mirth and myth of needs and the heed of questions answered
by the dancing flames you named but each and ecstasy
the power to continue in the world, is but a tongue, found before angered...
like the waiting and the sating you made adrenaline for the now, named entity
dim was the boat of seclusion in your authority to keep a levity in thought?
assumed with a regard for all and the fall of anarchy in the doors of power's sickness?
if to live in a duty and or rhyme, will a heaven know the luck of avarice as not?
in the might of a world to come, isn't this simplicity for the nature of a wish to bless?
conscience or vindication in the name of service to an ideal
the take of sake in your liberty's remorse, in the muse of climbing senses
to know but a shall with the concept of a reach of walls, to such and to heal
we know you for the many eyes of reason made, to ought and the fury of dreams and religions...
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Shall We Build A House Of Beauty For Hell?
Shall We Build A House Of Beauty For Hell?
