WINE AND GATES
Out There, On It, And Ought Never, Land?
Death before a number
Number's after a lock of here
Here to fore, poise ever humbler
The question of a freedom, do we near?
Done, the sight of distances
To alarm a proud finger, pondering altogether
Were we the dare of a life's assurance
Pride is a wandering wonder, now is method
None, the might of seeking how
As if a warm insight has a cool and thorough
Persuasion, the possibility of nuance found
For a nuance to be, continuing forward to owe
Home, sincerity of honor in shared shapes of destiny
More is a lucre, to finish but a meal of instinct
Where as a logic sewn, is a raging ordeal of infinity
Semblance and rage as partners in aversion risk
Shown, particular to peculiar when's, for out
The rosy cheek of chaste, shared in few's of time
Timely was a harbored conscience, to figure now
The survival of honor to harbor anew, like
What have we seen, what have we found?
Ours...
Selves and a soul for curiosity that knew sin on
Right here, right now; the joy of you's powers
Number's after a lock of here
Here to fore, poise ever humbler
The question of a freedom, do we near?
Done, the sight of distances
To alarm a proud finger, pondering altogether
Were we the dare of a life's assurance
Pride is a wandering wonder, now is method
None, the might of seeking how
As if a warm insight has a cool and thorough
Persuasion, the possibility of nuance found
For a nuance to be, continuing forward to owe
Home, sincerity of honor in shared shapes of destiny
More is a lucre, to finish but a meal of instinct
Where as a logic sewn, is a raging ordeal of infinity
Semblance and rage as partners in aversion risk
Shown, particular to peculiar when's, for out
The rosy cheek of chaste, shared in few's of time
Timely was a harbored conscience, to figure now
The survival of honor to harbor anew, like
What have we seen, what have we found?
Ours...
Selves and a soul for curiosity that knew sin on
Right here, right now; the joy of you's powers
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Out There, On It, And Ought Never, Land?
Out There, On It, And Ought Never, Land?