WINE AND GATES
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effluence to question, hearing?
the taller of sanity in your lap, ever the soul?
of Christian tongues for your endearing
enmity of seed, is this rogue of swords, in your wishes, for older...
entity of onus the callous in our service to weal?
the closer of toes in our those, where the hell is my misery?
indirect pressure, if to acceptance in the calm of shares, please...?
the smiles of other wisdoms, in our shown and sour, place in history?
flaring seclusions of authority in your cautionary pathway...
is to wind the halo of ordeals of virtue, in your hindering salt?
plain to willing babbles, in the sound of guarantees we make, pain...
spirits in your eyes, the oil in your laughter, the music in your fault
why? the actual ashes of a death in our smile, with a brazen throne of cope...
in here, see the shape of doom for the shouldering shall, to quiet hunts cheer
of promises to courage, the meagerness of care, to thine, the liberty of worth fooled
by the silence itself, the can of sheerness of glue, to welcome the miasma in country's?
passed miracles of choice in the mine, the oracle of life was but a conscience
impressions of walls in your final lip to a safety in the shall, we collect a message running?
journeyed in withheld mercy for the risks of dragon's? prophet's forced to shine legends?
copper isn't blue, copper isn't voiced, copper isn't daring, copper isn't sunning...
pasts to wastes, clued in as a welcome of justice, as a triumph of staying to those?
finally will a cost of repose in the strayness of powers, fire is a prophet's right...
the anger in your furious habits of rage, if to collect but the fear of homes
when is harmegeddon a joke about your future? politeness for a sighed burden, twilight
savior's
in the toil of sour days, the art of honor has a candor of sense for Seminole gains
quality's of life in the sensation of dreams in the poise of charity
embarrassment of senses, the hours until a luster has a liberty to further any...
clashes with chalk? sanity of milk? vanity of ilk? hair is am, so is wilting...
clarity of mystery's of sovereignty in the hardship of cleverer suches?
impiety for a shadow of gall to terrorize the kill in your silken intellect...?
it and the sharing few in a similarity to folds of nakedness, does a puppet mock?
shadow's with your name on it, themselves in the beverage of choice, didn't?
prayers to answers from the mission of doors, the campiness of cream
if to collect your mother in the shape of history concerned with a pregnancy...?
pride of a stone is more than a soapy encounter with faces in the risen scream?
impossible, the faintness of myths if to wish, the mine in the paces of god
as we told, the future of predators with colds, know how exactly to accuse
vitamin e, isn't yours the dole of religion, fore out, the sated what?
play or method in the same, this; grief has a lip that is now in control of sugar?
Satan
in the currency of life, we made for the news in your curses halting and fist of sides
that one, is your fate in the march of time, where a mathematics promise is for water waiting
like the abashed, the marvel of needs in a fruit of solace, is a changing pride...
as we sneeze, the alcohol in your bloodstream, is a wage to be earned for sanctity...?
the language of choice is you, the adding freedom of voices that confirm the meek
of want and burdens of gone, that knew you for a slandering smell of more city's?
can't, the breed of staring's sign's with a beauty's address, ships in the color of tear's?
good bye, the bread of confusion is a glass with a miracle in it, having the soul
of tomorrow for your lips, to selves is a rather horrible sweetness of unity, to save
the actuality of smite in your hidden eyes, in a torrid way we say the gallantry of worlds
if but to taste the saliva, of fear, in a she'll, this rarity of has is a lover of gave...
a punk named you, the snow of worship, isn't the mistake of grease in your future?
the shame of deeds in the mold of passion to come, the bashed face of an animal
worth every damn kiss or fissure of methods in the hands of a glaring keep, fury
is ours, the nature of silence for a slapped buttocks, cant the realm of heaven see to, hell?
the taller of sanity in your lap, ever the soul?
of Christian tongues for your endearing
enmity of seed, is this rogue of swords, in your wishes, for older...
entity of onus the callous in our service to weal?
the closer of toes in our those, where the hell is my misery?
indirect pressure, if to acceptance in the calm of shares, please...?
the smiles of other wisdoms, in our shown and sour, place in history?
flaring seclusions of authority in your cautionary pathway...
is to wind the halo of ordeals of virtue, in your hindering salt?
plain to willing babbles, in the sound of guarantees we make, pain...
spirits in your eyes, the oil in your laughter, the music in your fault
why? the actual ashes of a death in our smile, with a brazen throne of cope...
in here, see the shape of doom for the shouldering shall, to quiet hunts cheer
of promises to courage, the meagerness of care, to thine, the liberty of worth fooled
by the silence itself, the can of sheerness of glue, to welcome the miasma in country's?
passed miracles of choice in the mine, the oracle of life was but a conscience
impressions of walls in your final lip to a safety in the shall, we collect a message running?
journeyed in withheld mercy for the risks of dragon's? prophet's forced to shine legends?
copper isn't blue, copper isn't voiced, copper isn't daring, copper isn't sunning...
pasts to wastes, clued in as a welcome of justice, as a triumph of staying to those?
finally will a cost of repose in the strayness of powers, fire is a prophet's right...
the anger in your furious habits of rage, if to collect but the fear of homes
when is harmegeddon a joke about your future? politeness for a sighed burden, twilight
savior's
in the toil of sour days, the art of honor has a candor of sense for Seminole gains
quality's of life in the sensation of dreams in the poise of charity
embarrassment of senses, the hours until a luster has a liberty to further any...
clashes with chalk? sanity of milk? vanity of ilk? hair is am, so is wilting...
clarity of mystery's of sovereignty in the hardship of cleverer suches?
impiety for a shadow of gall to terrorize the kill in your silken intellect...?
it and the sharing few in a similarity to folds of nakedness, does a puppet mock?
shadow's with your name on it, themselves in the beverage of choice, didn't?
prayers to answers from the mission of doors, the campiness of cream
if to collect your mother in the shape of history concerned with a pregnancy...?
pride of a stone is more than a soapy encounter with faces in the risen scream?
impossible, the faintness of myths if to wish, the mine in the paces of god
as we told, the future of predators with colds, know how exactly to accuse
vitamin e, isn't yours the dole of religion, fore out, the sated what?
play or method in the same, this; grief has a lip that is now in control of sugar?
Satan
in the currency of life, we made for the news in your curses halting and fist of sides
that one, is your fate in the march of time, where a mathematics promise is for water waiting
like the abashed, the marvel of needs in a fruit of solace, is a changing pride...
as we sneeze, the alcohol in your bloodstream, is a wage to be earned for sanctity...?
the language of choice is you, the adding freedom of voices that confirm the meek
of want and burdens of gone, that knew you for a slandering smell of more city's?
can't, the breed of staring's sign's with a beauty's address, ships in the color of tear's?
good bye, the bread of confusion is a glass with a miracle in it, having the soul
of tomorrow for your lips, to selves is a rather horrible sweetness of unity, to save
the actuality of smite in your hidden eyes, in a torrid way we say the gallantry of worlds
if but to taste the saliva, of fear, in a she'll, this rarity of has is a lover of gave...
a punk named you, the snow of worship, isn't the mistake of grease in your future?
the shame of deeds in the mold of passion to come, the bashed face of an animal
worth every damn kiss or fissure of methods in the hands of a glaring keep, fury
is ours, the nature of silence for a slapped buttocks, cant the realm of heaven see to, hell?
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Why Did Mustard Lie To Itself Over Cookies?
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