WINE AND GATES
Canned Pepper And Pain's Copper...?
tis' a season
with beans and butter
and a figure of since for each and reasons
being the wall, of sour regard for the flash of utterly...
like patience, we have none
the selection of versus of sight, virtue known
to keep a greater face in the style of agony
stars and marriage in your nose, for a day and then, gone
waters of sates found voice, lost to yours
for a stretch of the imagination
worth a fertive belly, if not signatures of cures
of help in welfare found, for the silence to be, a kin
shadows of love you missed, in the name of holds, couth
of grace if to resurrect the known, for a salt to approve
the decency of journeyed men, with a chance of what is folds
of share and the face of heirs in the may, of liberty in youth
sweeter life no?
yes, we choose the cant for a sanity to seek?
and the myth of mine versus the shame of us, to go?
but a hair on the head of all, to come for mind and lowing meek?
appropriate, isn't it?
an actual lip in the sides of justice and human means to keep
the nary done silly, of reaches and beseeches of ought the wine of whit
here is a clash of sincerity with your eyes, glare at the stone we seek?
ever laugh at the moon or the sun silencing a child for a running mouth?
seen with a voice to collect the safety of another, shoe or show
the taller the some's we know, for the crassness of generalized, prouds?
here is a reason in the smell of suicide in your fist, ecstasy or nose
time in the sandy excuses you make?
or to horror the sight we share, for in and on the still of the wind
places and paces of choice made, for a callous sound that is all to any, a sake
is this home of sad eyes and had lies, the rages we know to be, a growing life or asked sin?
with beans and butter
and a figure of since for each and reasons
being the wall, of sour regard for the flash of utterly...
like patience, we have none
the selection of versus of sight, virtue known
to keep a greater face in the style of agony
stars and marriage in your nose, for a day and then, gone
waters of sates found voice, lost to yours
for a stretch of the imagination
worth a fertive belly, if not signatures of cures
of help in welfare found, for the silence to be, a kin
shadows of love you missed, in the name of holds, couth
of grace if to resurrect the known, for a salt to approve
the decency of journeyed men, with a chance of what is folds
of share and the face of heirs in the may, of liberty in youth
sweeter life no?
yes, we choose the cant for a sanity to seek?
and the myth of mine versus the shame of us, to go?
but a hair on the head of all, to come for mind and lowing meek?
appropriate, isn't it?
an actual lip in the sides of justice and human means to keep
the nary done silly, of reaches and beseeches of ought the wine of whit
here is a clash of sincerity with your eyes, glare at the stone we seek?
ever laugh at the moon or the sun silencing a child for a running mouth?
seen with a voice to collect the safety of another, shoe or show
the taller the some's we know, for the crassness of generalized, prouds?
here is a reason in the smell of suicide in your fist, ecstasy or nose
time in the sandy excuses you make?
or to horror the sight we share, for in and on the still of the wind
places and paces of choice made, for a callous sound that is all to any, a sake
is this home of sad eyes and had lies, the rages we know to be, a growing life or asked sin?
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Canned Pepper And Pain`s Copper...?
Canned Pepper And Pain`s Copper...?
