WINE AND GATES
Who The Hell Are You, And Where Have I Been?
yearn to end, the favor of sisters
if to grease, the might in a nut shell
immobile to found thirst, the count of distresses
is a gaining sour of strength, to liberate the mercy of a smell?
time to live, in the still arogancy of sharing the eyes, of heed
the walls of remembrance and the act of home, to live in quests
form to a line in the sky, we are the all in the hope of others, to seed
improper to have, the ark of submission in our hands, is a heart that molests
shiny isn't it, the care for assumption and the anarchy of somber news, to know?
the antipathy in our furies, the aspiration come and gone
for a Christian noise in the myriad miles of ecstasy to be found, ink and stolen wars
have the shape of things to come, the antic of souls to keep, the city of none?
welcome home
the prayer of beginnings to wish in the mine, is an all to fall, in love
for the sorrow to west in the mists of choice, the any of ply to some
when a livid snore of a silences king has shame for dinner, isn't us a shove?
mines to deliver the news, of shall in the forth to well, the mystery of a hall
could to not, the sorts we fought, for a little flower to kiss, in passion
be the next of voice, in our hap, the count has become your smile, to find salt
here in the mustiness of shared tongues, the misery of another hate is all, fashion...
west with the miracle of survival in the lips of others
integrity for the scope of insolence and the bitter face of grace to kind, here
when we know the seriousness of callous messages to the blessing of nerves, sated bothers
of wishes made to a name that isn't God, well to seek, the burden of quite the fear?
eaves of din and the dinge of merit to find, alacrity?
foul to show, the mystery of a quoted breath, in your vision for but a knowing glance sated
this wisdom of superiority and the might of solace to shew, the method of another city
is a requiem of sultry wards of mine, the ages to question for a lip that waited...?
if to grease, the might in a nut shell
immobile to found thirst, the count of distresses
is a gaining sour of strength, to liberate the mercy of a smell?
time to live, in the still arogancy of sharing the eyes, of heed
the walls of remembrance and the act of home, to live in quests
form to a line in the sky, we are the all in the hope of others, to seed
improper to have, the ark of submission in our hands, is a heart that molests
shiny isn't it, the care for assumption and the anarchy of somber news, to know?
the antipathy in our furies, the aspiration come and gone
for a Christian noise in the myriad miles of ecstasy to be found, ink and stolen wars
have the shape of things to come, the antic of souls to keep, the city of none?
welcome home
the prayer of beginnings to wish in the mine, is an all to fall, in love
for the sorrow to west in the mists of choice, the any of ply to some
when a livid snore of a silences king has shame for dinner, isn't us a shove?
mines to deliver the news, of shall in the forth to well, the mystery of a hall
could to not, the sorts we fought, for a little flower to kiss, in passion
be the next of voice, in our hap, the count has become your smile, to find salt
here in the mustiness of shared tongues, the misery of another hate is all, fashion...
west with the miracle of survival in the lips of others
integrity for the scope of insolence and the bitter face of grace to kind, here
when we know the seriousness of callous messages to the blessing of nerves, sated bothers
of wishes made to a name that isn't God, well to seek, the burden of quite the fear?
eaves of din and the dinge of merit to find, alacrity?
foul to show, the mystery of a quoted breath, in your vision for but a knowing glance sated
this wisdom of superiority and the might of solace to shew, the method of another city
is a requiem of sultry wards of mine, the ages to question for a lip that waited...?
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Who The Hell Are You, And Where Have I Been?
Who The Hell Are You, And Where Have I Been?