WINE AND GATES
Mister Marathon, Best With Future Laugh's, Candle's Jesus?!
authenticity...?
well, to yours, the house of common truth omit's
if and not, the soft and the knot, of exaction in electricity
might we keep a horror for the misery in our, bosom...?
terror, do you remember the sun for a shadow of a chance?
in the collection of welling's and the angel of divulgence to come, here
the ache of our sanity's requiem, the power to clash with an entity
of steel and honor in the grease, of wishes made to these, freer
misogyny, to calm seas and the heed of risen tears, fore out
the locking key, is a marvel of suggestion, let by the nature of worlds
at war, the cold senses of generosity, found in the sourness of curiosity, found
immediately, the walking and the sore head of sulking, for a tree of heard...
the all, to fall in love but once more, the caretaker of sincerity
has made itself known, the am with the shame of needs in the odor of sigh's
should we candor, or should we handsome, the place of righteousness is stilled kindness eating
façade? bromide? sanctity? withheld? panic in the mind with no place to go, lion's?
many names go by, the truer face of shares of worth, the miasma of notion
to clear the space of reaches for integrity, found in your pause
the act of change for a silence never heard, except by the dread of portion
when is our bird the callous force, in the smile of nations to come, laws?
stir, of a question in the miles, the forth to hearth, the act of pandering
is but a smiling child, the fairing of your feet, to will upon the scope of done
haven't the growing pains, of choice versus the livid liberty of some, wandering
sign's of cope, in a mind without a tongue, hap in a credible song, wrong...?
in lover's grasp, the method of serpent's with a meager style, to drama made...
the furor of senses for the risk of a plague of gestures, made, to the sound of a vote
persuasion or faith in a capable says, the race of does in destiny was, said
press for compositions? pretty was the call to half, the arch of shaded roles with austerity?
town, do your loved the very ground we wait upon, dozen or husband?
the alcohol of a visible smile, to watch but the riddles of anger, we keep the ambling...
where even the season of ample strength, is a warm thought for gleans of many lands
am I also it, the voice of semblance in the rages of dread poise glaring with etc....
bone, dole, do your lores and scent of foreign neglect, wish upon a lord never heard?
if to wretchedness and the act of moisture in the nose of commonness, allow
the mortal remains of a reason in been, the being of souls for any burden but words?
good bye, is still the death at hand, to remember the decision of means to ears hurt, prouds?
mercifully, the times are a shiny haste of their acrid methods, nearer as breathless
paths of golden regret in our view, had to laboriousness, has a game of dreams
in the grasp of astute lips that have no passion, for a quest in sides, of greater history's
my name is still shame, for an anarchy of silence in our whithering of our risen messiah's...
one
to thee, reticent copes in our senses, brief as your season of love was, masks of nature
tales of shapes of cognition in the miracle of more, call to a wish if the wall, fun
is mine, the martyr of ordeals and the pace of grace for the message there, sworn to further...
well, to yours, the house of common truth omit's
if and not, the soft and the knot, of exaction in electricity
might we keep a horror for the misery in our, bosom...?
terror, do you remember the sun for a shadow of a chance?
in the collection of welling's and the angel of divulgence to come, here
the ache of our sanity's requiem, the power to clash with an entity
of steel and honor in the grease, of wishes made to these, freer
misogyny, to calm seas and the heed of risen tears, fore out
the locking key, is a marvel of suggestion, let by the nature of worlds
at war, the cold senses of generosity, found in the sourness of curiosity, found
immediately, the walking and the sore head of sulking, for a tree of heard...
the all, to fall in love but once more, the caretaker of sincerity
has made itself known, the am with the shame of needs in the odor of sigh's
should we candor, or should we handsome, the place of righteousness is stilled kindness eating
façade? bromide? sanctity? withheld? panic in the mind with no place to go, lion's?
many names go by, the truer face of shares of worth, the miasma of notion
to clear the space of reaches for integrity, found in your pause
the act of change for a silence never heard, except by the dread of portion
when is our bird the callous force, in the smile of nations to come, laws?
stir, of a question in the miles, the forth to hearth, the act of pandering
is but a smiling child, the fairing of your feet, to will upon the scope of done
haven't the growing pains, of choice versus the livid liberty of some, wandering
sign's of cope, in a mind without a tongue, hap in a credible song, wrong...?
in lover's grasp, the method of serpent's with a meager style, to drama made...
the furor of senses for the risk of a plague of gestures, made, to the sound of a vote
persuasion or faith in a capable says, the race of does in destiny was, said
press for compositions? pretty was the call to half, the arch of shaded roles with austerity?
town, do your loved the very ground we wait upon, dozen or husband?
the alcohol of a visible smile, to watch but the riddles of anger, we keep the ambling...
where even the season of ample strength, is a warm thought for gleans of many lands
am I also it, the voice of semblance in the rages of dread poise glaring with etc....
bone, dole, do your lores and scent of foreign neglect, wish upon a lord never heard?
if to wretchedness and the act of moisture in the nose of commonness, allow
the mortal remains of a reason in been, the being of souls for any burden but words?
good bye, is still the death at hand, to remember the decision of means to ears hurt, prouds?
mercifully, the times are a shiny haste of their acrid methods, nearer as breathless
paths of golden regret in our view, had to laboriousness, has a game of dreams
in the grasp of astute lips that have no passion, for a quest in sides, of greater history's
my name is still shame, for an anarchy of silence in our whithering of our risen messiah's...
one
to thee, reticent copes in our senses, brief as your season of love was, masks of nature
tales of shapes of cognition in the miracle of more, call to a wish if the wall, fun
is mine, the martyr of ordeals and the pace of grace for the message there, sworn to further...
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Mister Marathon, Best With Future Laugh`s, Candle`s Jesus?!
Mister Marathon, Best With Future Laugh`s, Candle`s Jesus?!
