WINE AND GATES
Does An Ear Asked, Provide You A Key To A Door?
tamed angels with a crasser note
the after of safety to remember the soul
or resignation of will in the myriad focus of risks at home
prudence for the salt of error in the face of bother, whole
wet between the ears?
sharing natures liberty for the sanity of responsibility?
affluence of choice in the many, to play and wish in the might we near?
asking pride for but a savior of silence in our is, the grace to know a civility?
taste the terror, of quiet needs of generations in the milk of hurry and fury for else?
livid toes of reach and the calling hour of being, to wink at the language offered
for the simplicity of curiosities and the vision of fear to come, the worth of a bell
sacred? the hastiness of creed in our breath, the politeness of chaste to seek a new prophet
truth...?
if to concern, the are of honor from the blessing we see
in the ashes of domain that will encourage more to find, humanity and youth
benign whispers of riches in the clashes of solitude with the bride of Sodom that is history
panic for the song of chance and vantage that could
the walls of jumbled indignancy that corrupt, the smoke of solutions for the kiss
in our mind for an our, than gone, to the rapture of aspiration in the few of shame's good
wall to hell, we know your shame well, the arduous ask of cold fingers and the stone of is
time loves you more than life itself
confused, you are the misery of doubt to climb for the seclusion of when to ends
the tradition of futures to aim at the known, the clever soul of since to welfare
found in a presumed hand of justice, the soil of avarice for the risks of worth intended
I love you more than death in its wealth
poor to keep the knowing pressure of substance, at the beginning of the earth
wisdom for the crush of existence to come, in the persuasion of passion to could, health?
lurid or phoney? this land of fruits, neglect's choice, and the mires of been, heard
tall with a smile for nothing, is the day of the lord
made from the bread of sigh's and the hair of somber have, the reason of sorrow for a give
the ark of common presence and the habit of grace to fury in the nostrils of what, is for
the very eye of divinity risen, in the name of courage and charisma, for a simplicity's live
the after of safety to remember the soul
or resignation of will in the myriad focus of risks at home
prudence for the salt of error in the face of bother, whole
wet between the ears?
sharing natures liberty for the sanity of responsibility?
affluence of choice in the many, to play and wish in the might we near?
asking pride for but a savior of silence in our is, the grace to know a civility?
taste the terror, of quiet needs of generations in the milk of hurry and fury for else?
livid toes of reach and the calling hour of being, to wink at the language offered
for the simplicity of curiosities and the vision of fear to come, the worth of a bell
sacred? the hastiness of creed in our breath, the politeness of chaste to seek a new prophet
truth...?
if to concern, the are of honor from the blessing we see
in the ashes of domain that will encourage more to find, humanity and youth
benign whispers of riches in the clashes of solitude with the bride of Sodom that is history
panic for the song of chance and vantage that could
the walls of jumbled indignancy that corrupt, the smoke of solutions for the kiss
in our mind for an our, than gone, to the rapture of aspiration in the few of shame's good
wall to hell, we know your shame well, the arduous ask of cold fingers and the stone of is
time loves you more than life itself
confused, you are the misery of doubt to climb for the seclusion of when to ends
the tradition of futures to aim at the known, the clever soul of since to welfare
found in a presumed hand of justice, the soil of avarice for the risks of worth intended
I love you more than death in its wealth
poor to keep the knowing pressure of substance, at the beginning of the earth
wisdom for the crush of existence to come, in the persuasion of passion to could, health?
lurid or phoney? this land of fruits, neglect's choice, and the mires of been, heard
tall with a smile for nothing, is the day of the lord
made from the bread of sigh's and the hair of somber have, the reason of sorrow for a give
the ark of common presence and the habit of grace to fury in the nostrils of what, is for
the very eye of divinity risen, in the name of courage and charisma, for a simplicity's live
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Does An Ear Asked, Provide You A Key To A Door?
Does An Ear Asked, Provide You A Key To A Door?
