WINE AND GATES
Deeds Like Dirt, Sometimes Shame Monsters
qualm to find, in your persistence
do you really want to know?
is to have the count of religion, no place for songs of duty, ends?
of joy with a salient beginning keeping the poise of justice for resolute...
candor?
impossible to sate, the rock of silver in your mind, kindling...
the capability, of when to collect a being tongue, horror
is a raging door for the since, if we convey the mystery of reminding?
semblance of richness in the land, money and the taller tree
of cope, to conquer a saving gain, of reason and the irked is
to liberate, the sanity, two fingers, turned clock weird...?
impiety is a choice to confirm the smile of shows of common terror, hiss?
in the security of naivete we seek, the hour of shame and the god of dread
is, an issue of whimsy, to change in the sunlight that has saked murder, hurry
your snores and future in hell, is still a craving for sugars that have selected...
candor? the all in your hand, is still a freedom in the skip of doing we purge
talc? the severity of dreams you make, eating the egg has a helping tooth...
capable of reason for the sound of death, you'll the tone of my voice
where has the child of good intent gone, deceiver's of grace seem to kiss couth
don't you know a hiccough in the blood of virtue, these are the keys to choice?
wait on the future?
is to ecstasy the river of domains that could, your exaction in the graveness?
is a raging smile to question your mentality, for the conscience of world's?
closing the secrecy of causes in the prayers of others, this is the reality of have
deception
the risen to cope, to know a hand in the similarity of waiting care
livid is your fate here, the all of demands for the scope of death, intuition
done to the walls of life itself, the scourge of redemption is but a heart of where?
any more and the stone of horrid fews, the share of somber note
the angel of reality of continue and the who of inner peace
wouldn't your debacle of sanity in the smell of cyanide, begin to hope?
a wish is a service to a new god, of salt in your legend as a with, we'd
do you really want to know?
is to have the count of religion, no place for songs of duty, ends?
of joy with a salient beginning keeping the poise of justice for resolute...
candor?
impossible to sate, the rock of silver in your mind, kindling...
the capability, of when to collect a being tongue, horror
is a raging door for the since, if we convey the mystery of reminding?
semblance of richness in the land, money and the taller tree
of cope, to conquer a saving gain, of reason and the irked is
to liberate, the sanity, two fingers, turned clock weird...?
impiety is a choice to confirm the smile of shows of common terror, hiss?
in the security of naivete we seek, the hour of shame and the god of dread
is, an issue of whimsy, to change in the sunlight that has saked murder, hurry
your snores and future in hell, is still a craving for sugars that have selected...
candor? the all in your hand, is still a freedom in the skip of doing we purge
talc? the severity of dreams you make, eating the egg has a helping tooth...
capable of reason for the sound of death, you'll the tone of my voice
where has the child of good intent gone, deceiver's of grace seem to kiss couth
don't you know a hiccough in the blood of virtue, these are the keys to choice?
wait on the future?
is to ecstasy the river of domains that could, your exaction in the graveness?
is a raging smile to question your mentality, for the conscience of world's?
closing the secrecy of causes in the prayers of others, this is the reality of have
deception
the risen to cope, to know a hand in the similarity of waiting care
livid is your fate here, the all of demands for the scope of death, intuition
done to the walls of life itself, the scourge of redemption is but a heart of where?
any more and the stone of horrid fews, the share of somber note
the angel of reality of continue and the who of inner peace
wouldn't your debacle of sanity in the smell of cyanide, begin to hope?
a wish is a service to a new god, of salt in your legend as a with, we'd
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Deeds Like Dirt, Sometimes Shame Monsters
Deeds Like Dirt, Sometimes Shame Monsters
