WINE AND GATES
Built As Speed Has, The Anarchy Loving King Is Now God?
heaven, a wisdom in your grasp
is to courage, if not the presumption of worth
improper truth's of salt, is your smile at last?
will to fumbling, the sword of suddenness, for a ruling lurid...
same now as the pride in the show of curiosity for us
the angel of wishes has a row of tree's, you know where...?
ink in the mire, of conscience to severe, the lust
exactly, the times form in the ply of sojourn, your trite on the share...
terror for a sound, the skip of onus in the vision of others
is to ask, the arduous of know, the Noah of solitude that is a walled hell
of fruit in your scare for the some's, the act of risen mores is and isn't, the grain of haters
power? taste?, tradition? influence? time? shall?
tender to eyes of reach, the actual of sense is in our has
the waif of stones and the comparison of joy to a wind in the window
immediate, to control of the same, is a raging storm the wivery of needs?
day in day out, the eyes of simplicity know the call of shadows for you, all a glow?
trim to tell, the sell of copious ail
in the presence of shaking tree's and the habit of must a ward?
tense is the call to shame, for a sound of response in the canopy of dour witnessing the fall
of gusts of deem and the she'd of reality, this isn't the muse of promises of guards...
its the bird of the apocalypse, where in a shallow moisture to keep a smile of yours
that's right, nobody wants a quick one...
appetites of risen martyrs, the angel of risk is but a scourge of melted dours
in the bottom to quit the similarity of golden sin, if but a religion to hunt, love
denial will, cost you your soul
detritus will, cost you your doles
decision will, cost you your pandering of the old
deliverance will, cost you your wrath as an angel
clarity?
found in the spill of brine we kept for your hindrances
the shape of cope in the end, is a future for demonic disparity
diseases that are cleverer than you, know how to save the world from loves embrace...
is to courage, if not the presumption of worth
improper truth's of salt, is your smile at last?
will to fumbling, the sword of suddenness, for a ruling lurid...
same now as the pride in the show of curiosity for us
the angel of wishes has a row of tree's, you know where...?
ink in the mire, of conscience to severe, the lust
exactly, the times form in the ply of sojourn, your trite on the share...
terror for a sound, the skip of onus in the vision of others
is to ask, the arduous of know, the Noah of solitude that is a walled hell
of fruit in your scare for the some's, the act of risen mores is and isn't, the grain of haters
power? taste?, tradition? influence? time? shall?
tender to eyes of reach, the actual of sense is in our has
the waif of stones and the comparison of joy to a wind in the window
immediate, to control of the same, is a raging storm the wivery of needs?
day in day out, the eyes of simplicity know the call of shadows for you, all a glow?
trim to tell, the sell of copious ail
in the presence of shaking tree's and the habit of must a ward?
tense is the call to shame, for a sound of response in the canopy of dour witnessing the fall
of gusts of deem and the she'd of reality, this isn't the muse of promises of guards...
its the bird of the apocalypse, where in a shallow moisture to keep a smile of yours
that's right, nobody wants a quick one...
appetites of risen martyrs, the angel of risk is but a scourge of melted dours
in the bottom to quit the similarity of golden sin, if but a religion to hunt, love
denial will, cost you your soul
detritus will, cost you your doles
decision will, cost you your pandering of the old
deliverance will, cost you your wrath as an angel
clarity?
found in the spill of brine we kept for your hindrances
the shape of cope in the end, is a future for demonic disparity
diseases that are cleverer than you, know how to save the world from loves embrace...
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Built As Speed Has, The Anarchy Loving King Is Now God?
Built As Speed Has, The Anarchy Loving King Is Now God?
