WINE AND GATES
Does This Bug Utter The Truth Of Achoo?
more over, more ought
more under the snaps and the dives of thought
trains in the night, the logic to were in worth, the laps of sin to lot
the care for a sanity in our hands, for an hour to clean the scope, of oddity
lips of fire with a house, know you for the scare of sincerity to come
throats of decency to kind the hate, of a rosy future in our laughs, took
the shoulder of cope to come, the lend of dragons and the said idea in the gray, love
is our reward, the staid or the stodgy to fuel even the might of shun, business to look
compressed energy, compassions entity
the home of duty in our fussy court to cessate, in the language of babes
the dream of dinges and the smoke of henges, upon the sorrow of futility
where have we been, where have the keen thundered and reply to comments, in sates?
right here in your mind, the stars to themselves...
why did the chin in the future's past, say the obvious?
where to be, where to key, is ours for a kissed one, wealth
is a token of the ordeal, known for a shame in the more, thus...
play and recede with the see, the money in the mouth of days gone blind
is anywhere but right here, the muse of isolation and the scandal of livid here and now
is for the demands of complications seen, to give the silence between your ears, a hind
magic and the sore breast of solutions in the hence, we know the cop out of centuries for how
piety one - the taste of summation in our fist, for the night of dazzling friends
piety two - the haste of improper need for a seed of cold hair, to question a bird of glue
piety three - the lace of condition and the soul of journeyed worth, the heart and the skins
piety four - the pace of ink to live in the miracle of suggestion of milk and honor, sorry
that one will cost you fifty bucks
the rose and the smoke of degeneracy for a light, of silver and musics watch
happy? to know a climbing secret in the means to an end, that is what found you, suicides
in the blindness of argued sours and builds of crass enough, hate that adds
the taste of families, the taste of survival in the rage
of another scurrilous voice of vice, to kiss the miles with a patient date
found in history to cope and clarify even the shown, face of complexity that has, a wage
of fewer tongues and the song of misery for a nation of consciences, also of late
more under the snaps and the dives of thought
trains in the night, the logic to were in worth, the laps of sin to lot
the care for a sanity in our hands, for an hour to clean the scope, of oddity
lips of fire with a house, know you for the scare of sincerity to come
throats of decency to kind the hate, of a rosy future in our laughs, took
the shoulder of cope to come, the lend of dragons and the said idea in the gray, love
is our reward, the staid or the stodgy to fuel even the might of shun, business to look
compressed energy, compassions entity
the home of duty in our fussy court to cessate, in the language of babes
the dream of dinges and the smoke of henges, upon the sorrow of futility
where have we been, where have the keen thundered and reply to comments, in sates?
right here in your mind, the stars to themselves...
why did the chin in the future's past, say the obvious?
where to be, where to key, is ours for a kissed one, wealth
is a token of the ordeal, known for a shame in the more, thus...
play and recede with the see, the money in the mouth of days gone blind
is anywhere but right here, the muse of isolation and the scandal of livid here and now
is for the demands of complications seen, to give the silence between your ears, a hind
magic and the sore breast of solutions in the hence, we know the cop out of centuries for how
piety one - the taste of summation in our fist, for the night of dazzling friends
piety two - the haste of improper need for a seed of cold hair, to question a bird of glue
piety three - the lace of condition and the soul of journeyed worth, the heart and the skins
piety four - the pace of ink to live in the miracle of suggestion of milk and honor, sorry
that one will cost you fifty bucks
the rose and the smoke of degeneracy for a light, of silver and musics watch
happy? to know a climbing secret in the means to an end, that is what found you, suicides
in the blindness of argued sours and builds of crass enough, hate that adds
the taste of families, the taste of survival in the rage
of another scurrilous voice of vice, to kiss the miles with a patient date
found in history to cope and clarify even the shown, face of complexity that has, a wage
of fewer tongues and the song of misery for a nation of consciences, also of late
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Does This Bug Utter The Truth Of Achoo?
Does This Bug Utter The Truth Of Achoo?
