WINE AND GATES
Amet In Next Told, With A Righteous Sour...
love in the aftermath
stares of choice, to remember the cause
of cold futures with you, the note of callous wrath
is anywhere but here, the proud star I saw to know was?
lucre, beyond the stones of momentum
the ides of showing not, this many is for all
to whisk away the similarity to crassness in a name, as thumb
more or less, the else of vision to knead the truth, were we walls?
tone of a chosen voice, to follow in the nyed
sincerity of taste in virulence or its begotten, sameness
affluence of needs to give a token of appreciation, as if all has died
sophistication as we wait for a neglected burden, to show ourselves for a bless
I can see your crying...
the toward or the best of forward, we have created a fusion of now
to realize the poise, of jaundiced and aiding salt, to condone but a shying
worth of commitment to a clash of done, disdain for the amnesty kept, about
in the nature of kingdom's of cope to come, is the ilk of sourness to have a risen heart
of somber and beautiful wishes in the sore eyes of destiny we have seen to be, anarchy
requite the sides of prescience, little by little to fend for itself, yearning start?
of a chance of dread in the mercy of heed for the price of she'd, the tale of happiness
stares of choice, to remember the cause
of cold futures with you, the note of callous wrath
is anywhere but here, the proud star I saw to know was?
lucre, beyond the stones of momentum
the ides of showing not, this many is for all
to whisk away the similarity to crassness in a name, as thumb
more or less, the else of vision to knead the truth, were we walls?
tone of a chosen voice, to follow in the nyed
sincerity of taste in virulence or its begotten, sameness
affluence of needs to give a token of appreciation, as if all has died
sophistication as we wait for a neglected burden, to show ourselves for a bless
I can see your crying...
the toward or the best of forward, we have created a fusion of now
to realize the poise, of jaundiced and aiding salt, to condone but a shying
worth of commitment to a clash of done, disdain for the amnesty kept, about
in the nature of kingdom's of cope to come, is the ilk of sourness to have a risen heart
of somber and beautiful wishes in the sore eyes of destiny we have seen to be, anarchy
requite the sides of prescience, little by little to fend for itself, yearning start?
of a chance of dread in the mercy of heed for the price of she'd, the tale of happiness
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Amet In Next Told, With A Righteous Sour...
Amet In Next Told, With A Righteous Sour...
