WINE AND GATES
Survival Here Is Wanting Many Anywhere, Youth
mighty, known
the allowance of reason, in a toward fury
morbid to earn, the all in a hall of choices, the thought of a mind grown and blown
turn and see the lover, of callous secrets - worthy
intangible, the irony of sore eyes in the mere of smoke
immediate to collect a voice of virtue, for the resting mine
if to mysterious lips, the wishes of angels are better served by a mythical poke
in the sandy reclusion of waters that buried the doubt, we are but a court of hinds
putrid, puerility, dispassionate?
the accolade of gentleness has appeared, with your approval
intellect with a drama for each, interval of cleverness to sate?
the stark stare of your head, is a welling shape of destiny's to share, the hell
made with fire, the reality of a vague decision of hopeless disease
made with selection's kindred, a harrowing more is for the door
made with angry service to another ideal, burden is for the heaven we adore as he's
made with cold, the murder of a friendship in the smile of ages gone by, is a raging war
there's that story about the dead you wanted...
with its twists and wicked turns for a rathering rave of fascination, told
the irony of another spanked buttocks, or the misery of a violent mires anarchy
is a further ink of response to the meld of indignancy we know, for screws in the fold...?
have one thing in common, the paper of a golden sweetness
passing by the temple, the terror of another god, to fantasize with a hole in its heaven
improper as a heart on the sleeve, can be, fathers of fate always know the truth for blessing
where a savage of unknown justices is still a hallmark of curiosity to finalize, the leaven
of a miserable little toe with a variety of vision known only to poise and peace
I still choose poise, for I know your breath with a kindness of candor found, in family's
of questions seen for the conscience of poignancy took, for an answered least
in the legend of others and their coping winds, never seen except to flesh and fury's
time, you suck
the onus of resumption of wishes in the metaphoric misery of land meeting sea
to know but an independence, of remnancy and the bother of wills in the tired eyes of thunder?
in your heart anew, for the friendship of complication's and honor, who is your creed?
monuments to the all and mighty, to see the wages of men
in the miracle of joy and the estranged lips of causes we vow, to be
in the stir of anger we made, for the season of riches and the pale sides of then
to but say the imagination of life we demand, is a holocaust of candor for the seeking?
should we meet again, the irk of semblances in our have, the irony you seek
is but the miles of heed that it took to consider, the tooth of a god
that is a wall unto all that bade, an idea unto all that bane, anything meek
that is a sort unto all that bare, and have unto all that baptize, anything oddity...
the allowance of reason, in a toward fury
morbid to earn, the all in a hall of choices, the thought of a mind grown and blown
turn and see the lover, of callous secrets - worthy
intangible, the irony of sore eyes in the mere of smoke
immediate to collect a voice of virtue, for the resting mine
if to mysterious lips, the wishes of angels are better served by a mythical poke
in the sandy reclusion of waters that buried the doubt, we are but a court of hinds
putrid, puerility, dispassionate?
the accolade of gentleness has appeared, with your approval
intellect with a drama for each, interval of cleverness to sate?
the stark stare of your head, is a welling shape of destiny's to share, the hell
made with fire, the reality of a vague decision of hopeless disease
made with selection's kindred, a harrowing more is for the door
made with angry service to another ideal, burden is for the heaven we adore as he's
made with cold, the murder of a friendship in the smile of ages gone by, is a raging war
there's that story about the dead you wanted...
with its twists and wicked turns for a rathering rave of fascination, told
the irony of another spanked buttocks, or the misery of a violent mires anarchy
is a further ink of response to the meld of indignancy we know, for screws in the fold...?
have one thing in common, the paper of a golden sweetness
passing by the temple, the terror of another god, to fantasize with a hole in its heaven
improper as a heart on the sleeve, can be, fathers of fate always know the truth for blessing
where a savage of unknown justices is still a hallmark of curiosity to finalize, the leaven
of a miserable little toe with a variety of vision known only to poise and peace
I still choose poise, for I know your breath with a kindness of candor found, in family's
of questions seen for the conscience of poignancy took, for an answered least
in the legend of others and their coping winds, never seen except to flesh and fury's
time, you suck
the onus of resumption of wishes in the metaphoric misery of land meeting sea
to know but an independence, of remnancy and the bother of wills in the tired eyes of thunder?
in your heart anew, for the friendship of complication's and honor, who is your creed?
monuments to the all and mighty, to see the wages of men
in the miracle of joy and the estranged lips of causes we vow, to be
in the stir of anger we made, for the season of riches and the pale sides of then
to but say the imagination of life we demand, is a holocaust of candor for the seeking?
should we meet again, the irk of semblances in our have, the irony you seek
is but the miles of heed that it took to consider, the tooth of a god
that is a wall unto all that bade, an idea unto all that bane, anything meek
that is a sort unto all that bare, and have unto all that baptize, anything oddity...
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Survival Here Is Wanting Many Anywhere, Youth
Survival Here Is Wanting Many Anywhere, Youth
