WINE AND GATES
When Was The Have, Any More Than A Gave?
now, to never
the signs of dread in our heads
if to further, the cant of realms of virtue, to share a lover
with a silence in the miles until a deadness becomes the art of leads
life
in the hands of overtures of reason, risen from the miracle of order
in the frame of reference we adore, the cult of simplicity and its nyed
redact upon the soul of wretched excuses, for we see the minion of a word, there
nouns
the smile of virtue you haven't, these welling spirits for the truth
to calm but an ocean of triumph, over a legend of obversity, and its pronounced
in the shadows of comfort and the indignancy of anger we make, to know the youth
verbs
benign to your heart, the message of liberty to keep, but a single moment
to conditions of reach and the beseech of wishes made, the walls heard
of a lineage of show, the hardship of culture in your laughs, or is that the tear lent
panic and fury
if to correct the misuse of persuasion for the commitment of swords and the hang of odd
methods in the mirror of sanity, worth your every move, to know a new worry
the place of time and redemption is ours, to finish the life of courage as we had
evil?
the toe of seclusion you see, is still more than an anxious name
if to energies seen or withheld to seem
the lovers of conscience have a clue to your survival, in the shape of earning same
good?
if to kisses untold, of the variety of compliance used to lore
the wiles of severity is an accord in your eye for a new will, of requiem would
immediate, the spill of levity that has a neglected many, for the belly of warmth...
murder
ilk and sex, to remember the marriages of sound and the heed of questions sincere, tongues
of metal and the such of what's a deal with a rate included for the instance of new courage
ready for that hill that has said the obvious, some people never due, live as meant to love
heirs
of realization found in the eyes of grace and the ark of honor committed to one
the poise of ridicule and the act of habits fixated upon the mores to give carnal airs
think but the heavens themselves, and you have seen the face of vision come
the signs of dread in our heads
if to further, the cant of realms of virtue, to share a lover
with a silence in the miles until a deadness becomes the art of leads
life
in the hands of overtures of reason, risen from the miracle of order
in the frame of reference we adore, the cult of simplicity and its nyed
redact upon the soul of wretched excuses, for we see the minion of a word, there
nouns
the smile of virtue you haven't, these welling spirits for the truth
to calm but an ocean of triumph, over a legend of obversity, and its pronounced
in the shadows of comfort and the indignancy of anger we make, to know the youth
verbs
benign to your heart, the message of liberty to keep, but a single moment
to conditions of reach and the beseech of wishes made, the walls heard
of a lineage of show, the hardship of culture in your laughs, or is that the tear lent
panic and fury
if to correct the misuse of persuasion for the commitment of swords and the hang of odd
methods in the mirror of sanity, worth your every move, to know a new worry
the place of time and redemption is ours, to finish the life of courage as we had
evil?
the toe of seclusion you see, is still more than an anxious name
if to energies seen or withheld to seem
the lovers of conscience have a clue to your survival, in the shape of earning same
good?
if to kisses untold, of the variety of compliance used to lore
the wiles of severity is an accord in your eye for a new will, of requiem would
immediate, the spill of levity that has a neglected many, for the belly of warmth...
murder
ilk and sex, to remember the marriages of sound and the heed of questions sincere, tongues
of metal and the such of what's a deal with a rate included for the instance of new courage
ready for that hill that has said the obvious, some people never due, live as meant to love
heirs
of realization found in the eyes of grace and the ark of honor committed to one
the poise of ridicule and the act of habits fixated upon the mores to give carnal airs
think but the heavens themselves, and you have seen the face of vision come
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When Was The Have, Any More Than A Gave?
When Was The Have, Any More Than A Gave?