WINE AND GATES
Triple Indemnity, And Fashionably Two
asked to reason, above the sound of a voice
1-2-3, the north to live again
in the song and tenet of choices said, sates of driven minds are coy
till we part to do, the done our of our death's, in silenced...
do you know what's up there, women of a joy think in sexist turns
do you know where to sit, when asked to remind the world for a living lark?
do you know the method to madness, dogs of war come to the hell of each his us, burns
do you know the commitment of souls, when only a curse of neglect will do, to hark?
ears with out the make of causes...
fear in your hand for a metal to swoon, in the name of poorness to favor, for odd's...
nears the point of dread, the kill of a sincerity to find, heathen laws...
seers of wishes in the wind will know, the prayers to somewhere else, where any is lauds...
show and prosper, the taken hour of second wind, in the myth of solace to come
the nature of dragons and the still thriving heat of nowhere beyond
our own control, the took smile of ashes and the fashion of dolting homes
where the silence hurts for a since and season made, to rhyme with but a gesture in halt
blood that remembers to work for its own, has a family of troubles
teeth that saved finality from itself, is considered savior to all who would have it
flesh that compared senses for a raging hate, was given the sanity of others, many and double
hair that sold its soul for its weight in water, was made a lord of consciences that have, whit
never again...
the mighty stone of doles and the risen lam of horror to devour
the seed of cessation in our habit, the sinking feeling of beauty in the house, of sin
where only the very eyes of earth and its works to know, are meant for these, worth?
1-2-3, the north to live again
in the song and tenet of choices said, sates of driven minds are coy
till we part to do, the done our of our death's, in silenced...
do you know what's up there, women of a joy think in sexist turns
do you know where to sit, when asked to remind the world for a living lark?
do you know the method to madness, dogs of war come to the hell of each his us, burns
do you know the commitment of souls, when only a curse of neglect will do, to hark?
ears with out the make of causes...
fear in your hand for a metal to swoon, in the name of poorness to favor, for odd's...
nears the point of dread, the kill of a sincerity to find, heathen laws...
seers of wishes in the wind will know, the prayers to somewhere else, where any is lauds...
show and prosper, the taken hour of second wind, in the myth of solace to come
the nature of dragons and the still thriving heat of nowhere beyond
our own control, the took smile of ashes and the fashion of dolting homes
where the silence hurts for a since and season made, to rhyme with but a gesture in halt
blood that remembers to work for its own, has a family of troubles
teeth that saved finality from itself, is considered savior to all who would have it
flesh that compared senses for a raging hate, was given the sanity of others, many and double
hair that sold its soul for its weight in water, was made a lord of consciences that have, whit
never again...
the mighty stone of doles and the risen lam of horror to devour
the seed of cessation in our habit, the sinking feeling of beauty in the house, of sin
where only the very eyes of earth and its works to know, are meant for these, worth?
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Triple Indemnity, And Fashionably Two
Triple Indemnity, And Fashionably Two
