WINE AND GATES
Such As Vice, Fed A Vegetable, And Sought For Mind
personal damage
if a brash thought, in the toward of justice
the martyring of not, nor, and all to need, what is our foremost rage?
if anywhere but hell and its earn know us, the capriciousness of mice?
ranges of voice
the tact of doom in a special way, to know a clashing taste
of commit, the nature of kingdom dumb, for a pace of chance before choice
like the light in the eaves of dreams never had, I know you for a speed of chaste
reasons and a Mariah of cool running, in the north of venture is a lip to taste
the hence of which and the stitch in time, exactly the more of a sound skip
of genius in its rows of virtue and misery, the eclectic change of seasons is yours, haste
is mine, the foolish ways with a cleverer need, is but an energy made the next to sip
plain as a future in your face, the magic of doting and souling means to an end
was a fools journey of sides and middling crisis made a joke, that has no punch line
here to for, the seeking and the roundness of horror, we keep the live of simplicity for sin
huh? does this mean that I can taste the name of a poised shame in your stead, if not lying?
bells with no name know how to survive themselves, but give them one all of a sudden
and you to, are seen as a ghost, unless of course you can change the light it made
penny for pride, lips of austerity for a hip of answers, sugar for souls sodden
the chance of open livelihood or warfare, is yours, to but know a future said...
hold of nemesis, the tooth of risen hisses
cold was the night of dread, the truth in a way for all that see and do
compare and save, the moment until a mind has requited any and all, is
and over the neglect of more, many of have will come, to seek but an our more than you
if a brash thought, in the toward of justice
the martyring of not, nor, and all to need, what is our foremost rage?
if anywhere but hell and its earn know us, the capriciousness of mice?
ranges of voice
the tact of doom in a special way, to know a clashing taste
of commit, the nature of kingdom dumb, for a pace of chance before choice
like the light in the eaves of dreams never had, I know you for a speed of chaste
reasons and a Mariah of cool running, in the north of venture is a lip to taste
the hence of which and the stitch in time, exactly the more of a sound skip
of genius in its rows of virtue and misery, the eclectic change of seasons is yours, haste
is mine, the foolish ways with a cleverer need, is but an energy made the next to sip
plain as a future in your face, the magic of doting and souling means to an end
was a fools journey of sides and middling crisis made a joke, that has no punch line
here to for, the seeking and the roundness of horror, we keep the live of simplicity for sin
huh? does this mean that I can taste the name of a poised shame in your stead, if not lying?
bells with no name know how to survive themselves, but give them one all of a sudden
and you to, are seen as a ghost, unless of course you can change the light it made
penny for pride, lips of austerity for a hip of answers, sugar for souls sodden
the chance of open livelihood or warfare, is yours, to but know a future said...
hold of nemesis, the tooth of risen hisses
cold was the night of dread, the truth in a way for all that see and do
compare and save, the moment until a mind has requited any and all, is
and over the neglect of more, many of have will come, to seek but an our more than you
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Such As Vice, Fed A Vegetable, And Sought For Mind
Such As Vice, Fed A Vegetable, And Sought For Mind
