WINE AND GATES
And When It Isn't So, Somehwere The Bell Toll's
reason between vendetta
as ages seat themselves at a table
wondering out loud, the talk of heads...
ready to avenge the most for quick and able
but does this dream have its weight?
foretold from the gifts, nowhere made more
ought the patience we reject for cancer's of sate
in the heart of works unseen, them solaces of war
gall, to itself...
the nature of selves, the lips of distance
wink little marvel, wink at your wealth
in the valley of haste...
kind, to wander in the sight
may seek a breed new, happy to know you
thought for sullen homes, the truth in complexity, might
if but a sanity to walk from here to there, good
heaviness, to liberate a friend
hour to have, in honor we delve where we didn't
this pleasure, this curse of coping with ends
is a marriage if misery to come, risen
possibility, to liken the taste of curiosity
favored with but a sincerer kiss
I know the way to you, and yours in a city
I see for a blind man's kind, to know an itch that is
pristine, to the moreover sense of duress
actual naked now, the martyr of seclusion we all know to be
is in my hand for a sake, never seen, or to detest
I found my virginity in the field, of agony
gaiety, to the ear of damnation
in the hell we adore, for but one our more
the duty of freshness in our path, to accustom the lofty sin
of a lover in carnal knowledge's robes, has a clue's fragrance, or
where has this flower been?
tall to tell to a sleeping eye, the hunted with the such and till
we believe in anything come, for us in a wishes first and only dream
to but know a common enough truth, in our fists for a day to kill
as ages seat themselves at a table
wondering out loud, the talk of heads...
ready to avenge the most for quick and able
but does this dream have its weight?
foretold from the gifts, nowhere made more
ought the patience we reject for cancer's of sate
in the heart of works unseen, them solaces of war
gall, to itself...
the nature of selves, the lips of distance
wink little marvel, wink at your wealth
in the valley of haste...
kind, to wander in the sight
may seek a breed new, happy to know you
thought for sullen homes, the truth in complexity, might
if but a sanity to walk from here to there, good
heaviness, to liberate a friend
hour to have, in honor we delve where we didn't
this pleasure, this curse of coping with ends
is a marriage if misery to come, risen
possibility, to liken the taste of curiosity
favored with but a sincerer kiss
I know the way to you, and yours in a city
I see for a blind man's kind, to know an itch that is
pristine, to the moreover sense of duress
actual naked now, the martyr of seclusion we all know to be
is in my hand for a sake, never seen, or to detest
I found my virginity in the field, of agony
gaiety, to the ear of damnation
in the hell we adore, for but one our more
the duty of freshness in our path, to accustom the lofty sin
of a lover in carnal knowledge's robes, has a clue's fragrance, or
where has this flower been?
tall to tell to a sleeping eye, the hunted with the such and till
we believe in anything come, for us in a wishes first and only dream
to but know a common enough truth, in our fists for a day to kill
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And When It Isn`t So, Somehwere The Bell Toll`s
And When It Isn`t So, Somehwere The Bell Toll`s
