WINE AND GATES
Good To Die In The Name Of Wisdom Fought?
please, the bracing wind
them toes of violence that don't say
images of redoubt to find, if let to view the morrow of kind
is to this, the marriage of demands we have seen, make way?
please, the embarrassed notion
to fury the same in a realm of curiosity, if then
immediate to agreal in the vices we sort, for emotion
the agony of a single soul, will cost the baring of many to end
please, the risen martyr
if to correct the milk of oddity for a sharing message souled
time and the vision of glass in a human fear, to keep a rage of work
of solitude, in the care of deem and the seems of reason to give, a world
please, the fashion forward
if to ease, the ailing mind of a frequency of risk and the heart of myth in the show
of life to a rather of gall for the smell of shade that has no home, poor
was my eye, the angel of restitution that kept my name, for low
please, the mission bell
complacent to future misses at the punch of toil
with but a kiss to guide me, the clashes of finality to came, well
hell is my inheritance for a now, then to else we know your with for oil
please, the memorized star
clammy and puerile, the money of shame, for a wretched sign
in the gesture of misery that seeks my fame, of requiem and the heed of wills by far
the taste of cyanide in a comfort of duress and the anger of others for dried tears to lie
please, the messiah huntsman
compare my spirit to ventures seen, in the place of horror to courage in the mists
of time to question its own, for a sanity to reprove the court of liberty via can
isn't our honor in the mouth of babes, the hope of resolute time, the name insists
please, the day dies
shapes of fluid in my sake, as a lover of nourished candor to few, the pace of life
ink and doles of stone, to remember the patience we sew, for the risen cries
of people in pain, the ark of humanity for a single hint of choice, found pride...
please
the mind at your throat with a life, the terror we share...?
if to clean a hair from the eyes of rhymes and the aching tradition of heard she's
the name in the distance is even god, the prose of virtue and the portion of when is fair
pleased
if been or beauty intoned, the keep of virulence as wind is
the press of condolences for the muse of richness, we know to voice, and its eases
control? thievery? assumption? wivery? your body is my temple to heed, anything but the kiss
them toes of violence that don't say
images of redoubt to find, if let to view the morrow of kind
is to this, the marriage of demands we have seen, make way?
please, the embarrassed notion
to fury the same in a realm of curiosity, if then
immediate to agreal in the vices we sort, for emotion
the agony of a single soul, will cost the baring of many to end
please, the risen martyr
if to correct the milk of oddity for a sharing message souled
time and the vision of glass in a human fear, to keep a rage of work
of solitude, in the care of deem and the seems of reason to give, a world
please, the fashion forward
if to ease, the ailing mind of a frequency of risk and the heart of myth in the show
of life to a rather of gall for the smell of shade that has no home, poor
was my eye, the angel of restitution that kept my name, for low
please, the mission bell
complacent to future misses at the punch of toil
with but a kiss to guide me, the clashes of finality to came, well
hell is my inheritance for a now, then to else we know your with for oil
please, the memorized star
clammy and puerile, the money of shame, for a wretched sign
in the gesture of misery that seeks my fame, of requiem and the heed of wills by far
the taste of cyanide in a comfort of duress and the anger of others for dried tears to lie
please, the messiah huntsman
compare my spirit to ventures seen, in the place of horror to courage in the mists
of time to question its own, for a sanity to reprove the court of liberty via can
isn't our honor in the mouth of babes, the hope of resolute time, the name insists
please, the day dies
shapes of fluid in my sake, as a lover of nourished candor to few, the pace of life
ink and doles of stone, to remember the patience we sew, for the risen cries
of people in pain, the ark of humanity for a single hint of choice, found pride...
please
the mind at your throat with a life, the terror we share...?
if to clean a hair from the eyes of rhymes and the aching tradition of heard she's
the name in the distance is even god, the prose of virtue and the portion of when is fair
pleased
if been or beauty intoned, the keep of virulence as wind is
the press of condolences for the muse of richness, we know to voice, and its eases
control? thievery? assumption? wivery? your body is my temple to heed, anything but the kiss
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Good To Die In The Name Of Wisdom Fought?
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