WINE AND GATES
Alien Failing Waiting Sating, With A Cup Of ...
deliberate, thank you
honored, likewise horror
offered, themselves included
peace, somehow foreign
shame told to a running man in neglected ways
do we sing or do fingers dance with others?
in the rhyming limelight, the tale of ordeals in fates
that come, for essence in simple sin, of fathers
deliverance, never more
dishonored, saving grace
took, ourselves worth
war, seemed spacious
shame taken from a babes mouth, the token of solitude
in our hap and justice to know, the clash of ideals
for the risen more, we claim for anybody but the youth
where the miles until a miracle have come, in the hands of feelings
is this emotion for us all, who is this?
cant to sustain a liberty for the next in line
we hate even the soul of virtue for a lazy eye before is
could we, should we, when arguments have their doting, sublime
must
the note of history in a raging forth
force and the horse of the night, opus in the dust for us
like the prayer you survive, the walking of eternity has voice for you, worth
today in the mind of all who care...
city of fools or the prophet of spirits in love
do you have the burden of candor in my name, a halting of sincere?
like you, I want to die in lucres grasp, the tenth of somehow with a such
hate me evermore?
the speed of night come, for the deep sleep we know can, honor
the acrid response of surmiseal kept, if not a leap of joy in the gird of form
that comes, to these shoes of callousness named after you, and your...
honored, likewise horror
offered, themselves included
peace, somehow foreign
shame told to a running man in neglected ways
do we sing or do fingers dance with others?
in the rhyming limelight, the tale of ordeals in fates
that come, for essence in simple sin, of fathers
deliverance, never more
dishonored, saving grace
took, ourselves worth
war, seemed spacious
shame taken from a babes mouth, the token of solitude
in our hap and justice to know, the clash of ideals
for the risen more, we claim for anybody but the youth
where the miles until a miracle have come, in the hands of feelings
is this emotion for us all, who is this?
cant to sustain a liberty for the next in line
we hate even the soul of virtue for a lazy eye before is
could we, should we, when arguments have their doting, sublime
must
the note of history in a raging forth
force and the horse of the night, opus in the dust for us
like the prayer you survive, the walking of eternity has voice for you, worth
today in the mind of all who care...
city of fools or the prophet of spirits in love
do you have the burden of candor in my name, a halting of sincere?
like you, I want to die in lucres grasp, the tenth of somehow with a such
hate me evermore?
the speed of night come, for the deep sleep we know can, honor
the acrid response of surmiseal kept, if not a leap of joy in the gird of form
that comes, to these shoes of callousness named after you, and your...
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Alien Failing Waiting Sating, With A Cup Of ...
Alien Failing Waiting Sating, With A Cup Of ...
