WINE AND GATES
Been Anarchy, Been Alcohol, Thought's Noah?
wish upon a start
if and deeds of reason, calling a fastness
delicious or souls of tissues till smart
actual, the face of need to climb into lethargy, ice
sorrow, and the method of direction and reflection
and to a heart of tin, this courage amid lore's
liberty in a caring hour, for us to show the modesty of a nation
candor? heaven? agony? neglect? caffeine? estimation? strength?
it
is your fate in the blue, of a whiling day made to retreat unto a hardship?
is to reach and the beauty you find to each, a question of gall to arks, whit?
might and marveling aspect in the miracle of situation kind, now is a fickleness...
terrified of your own shadow, in the west of sorrow to concern a friendliness, hasn't
the stare of mine and your din with supremacy is all and other us
calling upon the mystery of a form in the salt of shame, weird wasn't it, the lip
of kindred with a tooth for each, we know the place of unity like the back of our cause
towns, and the vintage of method around
were oddity and breath ever a hopeful day without our dread?
angels of wisdom and the martyr of powers sought to have, the honesty of myself allowed
improper was the scope of dainty versus tender in rages of winds, like an invisible lead
to the name of the worry we make, for out the sanity of choice
in the pale and reasonable sigh of erudite many, the act of knowledge that is a more
to work and mustn't the irked, become the nature of common enough dread for a voice
that has never been in love with itself, except to continue with others
composure to worlds keep, the sour news to claim for it
misery upon the kneaded cope, of willing hours in a lore to hap, the conscience
of unction in welling habits, of selection for arguments of none, but the best
is ever ready for the smoke in your eyes, that has a prayer to live in the difference
point in kings, to finalize a barrier of sorrow, we compel to show the truth
in the silence you name, the occlusion of overt taste in a gray epistle to have
are we your angels of deity's cope, the anger of use to know for a song, of muses
in the wills of men and women, with a strand of hair, the kiss of salt wishing us mayhem
if and deeds of reason, calling a fastness
delicious or souls of tissues till smart
actual, the face of need to climb into lethargy, ice
sorrow, and the method of direction and reflection
and to a heart of tin, this courage amid lore's
liberty in a caring hour, for us to show the modesty of a nation
candor? heaven? agony? neglect? caffeine? estimation? strength?
it
is your fate in the blue, of a whiling day made to retreat unto a hardship?
is to reach and the beauty you find to each, a question of gall to arks, whit?
might and marveling aspect in the miracle of situation kind, now is a fickleness...
terrified of your own shadow, in the west of sorrow to concern a friendliness, hasn't
the stare of mine and your din with supremacy is all and other us
calling upon the mystery of a form in the salt of shame, weird wasn't it, the lip
of kindred with a tooth for each, we know the place of unity like the back of our cause
towns, and the vintage of method around
were oddity and breath ever a hopeful day without our dread?
angels of wisdom and the martyr of powers sought to have, the honesty of myself allowed
improper was the scope of dainty versus tender in rages of winds, like an invisible lead
to the name of the worry we make, for out the sanity of choice
in the pale and reasonable sigh of erudite many, the act of knowledge that is a more
to work and mustn't the irked, become the nature of common enough dread for a voice
that has never been in love with itself, except to continue with others
composure to worlds keep, the sour news to claim for it
misery upon the kneaded cope, of willing hours in a lore to hap, the conscience
of unction in welling habits, of selection for arguments of none, but the best
is ever ready for the smoke in your eyes, that has a prayer to live in the difference
point in kings, to finalize a barrier of sorrow, we compel to show the truth
in the silence you name, the occlusion of overt taste in a gray epistle to have
are we your angels of deity's cope, the anger of use to know for a song, of muses
in the wills of men and women, with a strand of hair, the kiss of salt wishing us mayhem
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Been Anarchy, Been Alcohol, Thought`s Noah?
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