WINE AND GATES
Epiphany Took My Life To New Limit's, And Knew It
time of the watch
in the hands of ourselves, hap and hope
the severity of stones and sticks to know, a healthy match
where have we been, if not being in the still warm paces of cope?
put simply, does right mean wrong if I look upon all things equally?
If your in a mind to accompany, it certainly does
the touch of sense in our step towards, the best we are in the offered eaves
of consciences we have to start, a course in what was or will us
push for the sames of cold causes in nothing to do?
done with a salt to keep in the embarrassment of the eye, know a lip for some more?
kissed with a place suddenly dear, the mires of timidity for the price of a who?
persons unknown in the seem of piety sewn, for the still of the plight, why is war?
yes, because we care
the toil of survival in the least, sorts of rushed smile we all know to be
the honor of composure amid the sign's of the times is worth all, for not or nary
the bracing soul of becoming need, is for all who would, even the choices oft seen
stone cold, we know the merit in another kind
the actual with the facts of penchance sense
is but a better commit and selection of it, than a graceful suggestion of reason and rhyme
had like the burden of liberty in the tenderness of cleverer thought, this hill has come to ends
ends meant with forever in mind, for the season of reality to attest
the courage in the way, the seclusion of joy that has a taste of life for you
in the smell of sincerity to come, the pace of gestures seen for the keeping liberty, blessed
to live in the heat of disdain once more, is more than that, its the only season that could
in the hands of ourselves, hap and hope
the severity of stones and sticks to know, a healthy match
where have we been, if not being in the still warm paces of cope?
put simply, does right mean wrong if I look upon all things equally?
If your in a mind to accompany, it certainly does
the touch of sense in our step towards, the best we are in the offered eaves
of consciences we have to start, a course in what was or will us
push for the sames of cold causes in nothing to do?
done with a salt to keep in the embarrassment of the eye, know a lip for some more?
kissed with a place suddenly dear, the mires of timidity for the price of a who?
persons unknown in the seem of piety sewn, for the still of the plight, why is war?
yes, because we care
the toil of survival in the least, sorts of rushed smile we all know to be
the honor of composure amid the sign's of the times is worth all, for not or nary
the bracing soul of becoming need, is for all who would, even the choices oft seen
stone cold, we know the merit in another kind
the actual with the facts of penchance sense
is but a better commit and selection of it, than a graceful suggestion of reason and rhyme
had like the burden of liberty in the tenderness of cleverer thought, this hill has come to ends
ends meant with forever in mind, for the season of reality to attest
the courage in the way, the seclusion of joy that has a taste of life for you
in the smell of sincerity to come, the pace of gestures seen for the keeping liberty, blessed
to live in the heat of disdain once more, is more than that, its the only season that could
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Epiphany Took My Life To New Limit`s, And Knew It
Epiphany Took My Life To New Limit`s, And Knew It
