WINE AND GATES
Friends And Enemy's Risk Yearning, Soul's
still the waiting
the fate we abhor, for a little more
all this, in the mouth of worlds and winds, sating
the pride of somewhere greater by knowing, the stilt of war
prayers to a vengeful God
thinking this way and that, the miracle in ourselves
to know a being change of seasons, somehow and odd
we behave like animals, like the sound of a heart that delves
prices of doom and the gloom we add, to know a pace for since
this eye of substance versus this question of hair
is my name so violent, that you don't know the wages I seek, to begin?
look upon the stilled face before us, the chance of subtlety to answer in fair
but metal pays the price, the notion of gall and agony
where the winds kept a little friend, the mores of otherwise known
acceptance for the grace, of ages to come, in this way an epiphany
of just am, and the justice of duty to a future that has seen the must ask, moments
will I see another day with the likes of you?
is my heart ready to knock on the door of history, for an hour or more?
in the lips of lovers I knew once, for the rest of our lives, is this golden clue...?
a way to commit suicide in the arms of anyhow, the skip of justice for one more sore?
in the end, it was
the cooling form of suggestion in the misuse of my needs, the paces of unrest
to come for the antipathy of surreality, in these ways we are as but dust
found in the eye of ourselves, ready to say, the mutual liberty we enjoy, is a sigh to attest
the fate we abhor, for a little more
all this, in the mouth of worlds and winds, sating
the pride of somewhere greater by knowing, the stilt of war
prayers to a vengeful God
thinking this way and that, the miracle in ourselves
to know a being change of seasons, somehow and odd
we behave like animals, like the sound of a heart that delves
prices of doom and the gloom we add, to know a pace for since
this eye of substance versus this question of hair
is my name so violent, that you don't know the wages I seek, to begin?
look upon the stilled face before us, the chance of subtlety to answer in fair
but metal pays the price, the notion of gall and agony
where the winds kept a little friend, the mores of otherwise known
acceptance for the grace, of ages to come, in this way an epiphany
of just am, and the justice of duty to a future that has seen the must ask, moments
will I see another day with the likes of you?
is my heart ready to knock on the door of history, for an hour or more?
in the lips of lovers I knew once, for the rest of our lives, is this golden clue...?
a way to commit suicide in the arms of anyhow, the skip of justice for one more sore?
in the end, it was
the cooling form of suggestion in the misuse of my needs, the paces of unrest
to come for the antipathy of surreality, in these ways we are as but dust
found in the eye of ourselves, ready to say, the mutual liberty we enjoy, is a sigh to attest
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Friends And Enemy`s Risk Yearning, Soul`s
Friends And Enemy`s Risk Yearning, Soul`s
