WINE AND GATES
Drunk On Myth's Or Death's, The Angel's Choice?
life to a role?
in an our of selves, to remind the bite
of courage before cope, in these to knee's of cold...
the asking price for assumption, is a rant of curiosity in light?
panic at the slight, of hand?
compare to fair, the anger of sense to live, conscience?
integrity for a fork, to seem the act of liberty at laugh's?
in the still of the night, I know you, for a common enough religion...?
terror, in found to faster lips, for another
to will and fulfil the scourge of sodden needs, teeth
in your facts and the naked lives, to whisk away a bother
intellect in the morrow, is a raging thirst your dread, the lethal...?
wishes to fishes for the silly name of a did
lord of scares and the happy dream, of till and still living heart
of a waged won, in the dear voices of compromise and the risk
these treasured mores and the vice of demands for you, kiss the misery in a sky's shard
ever to keep, the knowledge of distances, to confirm the devil
the aspiration of duress, if to correct a mercy in faces adored
the altruism in the month's until life is angrier by the will's
of a land of heir's and the fairing smile of justice's words?
that to windows of causes seemed, causes deemed, causes winded
at the cool offering of death, to question the myriad tones of voice
that have no more semblance, to virginity and the call of actuality mended
terror, the tale of somewhere edgier in love for us, is a stranger choice...
panting for care, the mole in your silence
these chastity's of courses in vengeance and the angel of liberty
you feed, hyssop, in the miles until the shine of idiocy is, hurt lips
in the tolling of a new bell, the art of human bondage is giving the gift of bitter keys
look, the dream of wishes in the voice of isn't, is a lake of fire
look, the antipathy of anarchy in our midst, is a lover of solace for the fruit of kinds
look, the sincerity of vices in our few, the qualm of suppose to clear a naked figure
look, in the stir of blood in the sigh of crazes for an eye, a raging thought for risen tongues
hate, and anarchy in your voice
does pain tell you a story? the anthem of doles and the ark of doors in the future?
will a severance of charity for the sour need of an odd response to cherished all's of world's
your disease in kisses to shadows, if to cope, I am the stone of your soul to ashes, cure
asked a following wink to share the judge of the day...
what is really yellow for a stirring fate, has a lip of fresher fruit if mires, and can?
hi, the name your looking for is still the age in our passions, for a sigh, that is legend
poison lives in your hand, to sacred years of vestige for privacy of panic to wandered shames?
in an our of selves, to remind the bite
of courage before cope, in these to knee's of cold...
the asking price for assumption, is a rant of curiosity in light?
panic at the slight, of hand?
compare to fair, the anger of sense to live, conscience?
integrity for a fork, to seem the act of liberty at laugh's?
in the still of the night, I know you, for a common enough religion...?
terror, in found to faster lips, for another
to will and fulfil the scourge of sodden needs, teeth
in your facts and the naked lives, to whisk away a bother
intellect in the morrow, is a raging thirst your dread, the lethal...?
wishes to fishes for the silly name of a did
lord of scares and the happy dream, of till and still living heart
of a waged won, in the dear voices of compromise and the risk
these treasured mores and the vice of demands for you, kiss the misery in a sky's shard
ever to keep, the knowledge of distances, to confirm the devil
the aspiration of duress, if to correct a mercy in faces adored
the altruism in the month's until life is angrier by the will's
of a land of heir's and the fairing smile of justice's words?
that to windows of causes seemed, causes deemed, causes winded
at the cool offering of death, to question the myriad tones of voice
that have no more semblance, to virginity and the call of actuality mended
terror, the tale of somewhere edgier in love for us, is a stranger choice...
panting for care, the mole in your silence
these chastity's of courses in vengeance and the angel of liberty
you feed, hyssop, in the miles until the shine of idiocy is, hurt lips
in the tolling of a new bell, the art of human bondage is giving the gift of bitter keys
look, the dream of wishes in the voice of isn't, is a lake of fire
look, the antipathy of anarchy in our midst, is a lover of solace for the fruit of kinds
look, the sincerity of vices in our few, the qualm of suppose to clear a naked figure
look, in the stir of blood in the sigh of crazes for an eye, a raging thought for risen tongues
hate, and anarchy in your voice
does pain tell you a story? the anthem of doles and the ark of doors in the future?
will a severance of charity for the sour need of an odd response to cherished all's of world's
your disease in kisses to shadows, if to cope, I am the stone of your soul to ashes, cure
asked a following wink to share the judge of the day...
what is really yellow for a stirring fate, has a lip of fresher fruit if mires, and can?
hi, the name your looking for is still the age in our passions, for a sigh, that is legend
poison lives in your hand, to sacred years of vestige for privacy of panic to wandered shames?
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Drunk On Myth`s Or Death`s, The Angel`s Choice?
Drunk On Myth`s Or Death`s, The Angel`s Choice?
