WINE AND GATES
Hurry To Blurry, Hate To Oblate, Hell To Fell...
panic in the hills
of virtue for a more, the said risks
of heed over the mines of twist and kinder stills
application under the nose, for a moment to enrichen the broth is
question from the north, are we still the war of vaguery?
if to wretched knees, and the all of a hair to skip in the wind
if the realm of superiority is a few to reason, the milling words of any
is but to reflect upon the sanity of another, for the reach of corpulence? mind
right, the briefness of our journey there
the tower of sulking that says the river of antipathy we keep, for now
in the harms way we saw, to be a rosy future for the semblance of share
your children are many and thanking lest, the fantasy of redress in the house
are you stupid are what?
miles until the ship of sigh's and predators homes in the miracle we knew as legend
mythical noses of redoubt and the sound of wishes in the hope, of a sincerity's hunt
could we ever make another tear for you, when your child is named simply sense
queer or nefarious bate, we search for the antipose of kisses for now
the luck of eaves to remind you of a lucre, is liberty the kinder promise?
of a ley of lands and the hands of may, to finish the half of a smile let to scowls
frustration isn't enough, your future in the eyes of another, is somehow not silent
fear?!
the look of love in your eyes, is nowhere but right here
the last of survival and the are of congeniality to find, in the marvel of spirits and the leer
of an answer for you, not the misuse of judgment to rue, suspicion is finally, there
of virtue for a more, the said risks
of heed over the mines of twist and kinder stills
application under the nose, for a moment to enrichen the broth is
question from the north, are we still the war of vaguery?
if to wretched knees, and the all of a hair to skip in the wind
if the realm of superiority is a few to reason, the milling words of any
is but to reflect upon the sanity of another, for the reach of corpulence? mind
right, the briefness of our journey there
the tower of sulking that says the river of antipathy we keep, for now
in the harms way we saw, to be a rosy future for the semblance of share
your children are many and thanking lest, the fantasy of redress in the house
are you stupid are what?
miles until the ship of sigh's and predators homes in the miracle we knew as legend
mythical noses of redoubt and the sound of wishes in the hope, of a sincerity's hunt
could we ever make another tear for you, when your child is named simply sense
queer or nefarious bate, we search for the antipose of kisses for now
the luck of eaves to remind you of a lucre, is liberty the kinder promise?
of a ley of lands and the hands of may, to finish the half of a smile let to scowls
frustration isn't enough, your future in the eyes of another, is somehow not silent
fear?!
the look of love in your eyes, is nowhere but right here
the last of survival and the are of congeniality to find, in the marvel of spirits and the leer
of an answer for you, not the misuse of judgment to rue, suspicion is finally, there
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Hurry To Blurry, Hate To Oblate, Hell To Fell...
Hurry To Blurry, Hate To Oblate, Hell To Fell...