WINE AND GATES
Withheld And Left, Treason Either Right, Haunts?
save me from a saviors door...?
tell to tale, the skip of sojourn under my nose
looking upon nothing and hints of more
well to go, amid a dread mayhem, that compares any who few?
sigh
the lover in the march of time, the still of deed with a collapse of youth
into a ball of energetic calm, if not heraldry of qualm, why?
is the truth to be mine, for the price of dismay in the course of who'se?
changing with the seasons, any will notice the sense of imagination
appropriate, to deliver the nuance of isn't among, the nature of kind
and come, to sing the body exaction, for a mileau of those who when
poignancy approved, the stare of rememberance is our inheritance of minds
silent running with a parable of succor seen, the tools of justice to be named, fame?
sincerity for secret's sake, the cope of distances to anger's problem, the notice of share?
sour regards given the talk of notion to same and how, the caring remorse that is, shame?
went and want, the toward of sovereignty over a life intertwined with pain to fair?
yes, so do we all
but have you seen the door of a savior with none?
taken with love to keep a shall and howing all, to finish the doing of cold shoulders
yonder city of open disgust, to suggest the selfishness of charisma in solace, begun
coughing so loudly, the door becomes the tears of history...?
shapes of duty with a demand for possibility in callous voice, the sake of whimsy...?
requiem for the store of knowledge that has the vice of dim nexts to its breath, anarchy...?
silence itself, for the strength of suggestion found, in the hands of are's identity...?
welcome home, honor
the tooth you display, the chant you dream is a haven't of conscience...?
and the muse of avarice we keep for a salatious bid at the offering of glamor
is your savior, the appetite of judgment for the passion of none, more than love's prescience?
habit in gray strides and voice found for a sincerity to overwhelm the manner of liberty
the tongue you please and the irony of lips to serve the cause of redemption in falls
whole is the name of seclusion in the pace of rescue you approve, the spire of issues and heed
is a lazy eye your only recourse for a friend to know, the future of benign taste in fate all?
tell to tale, the skip of sojourn under my nose
looking upon nothing and hints of more
well to go, amid a dread mayhem, that compares any who few?
sigh
the lover in the march of time, the still of deed with a collapse of youth
into a ball of energetic calm, if not heraldry of qualm, why?
is the truth to be mine, for the price of dismay in the course of who'se?
changing with the seasons, any will notice the sense of imagination
appropriate, to deliver the nuance of isn't among, the nature of kind
and come, to sing the body exaction, for a mileau of those who when
poignancy approved, the stare of rememberance is our inheritance of minds
silent running with a parable of succor seen, the tools of justice to be named, fame?
sincerity for secret's sake, the cope of distances to anger's problem, the notice of share?
sour regards given the talk of notion to same and how, the caring remorse that is, shame?
went and want, the toward of sovereignty over a life intertwined with pain to fair?
yes, so do we all
but have you seen the door of a savior with none?
taken with love to keep a shall and howing all, to finish the doing of cold shoulders
yonder city of open disgust, to suggest the selfishness of charisma in solace, begun
coughing so loudly, the door becomes the tears of history...?
shapes of duty with a demand for possibility in callous voice, the sake of whimsy...?
requiem for the store of knowledge that has the vice of dim nexts to its breath, anarchy...?
silence itself, for the strength of suggestion found, in the hands of are's identity...?
welcome home, honor
the tooth you display, the chant you dream is a haven't of conscience...?
and the muse of avarice we keep for a salatious bid at the offering of glamor
is your savior, the appetite of judgment for the passion of none, more than love's prescience?
habit in gray strides and voice found for a sincerity to overwhelm the manner of liberty
the tongue you please and the irony of lips to serve the cause of redemption in falls
whole is the name of seclusion in the pace of rescue you approve, the spire of issues and heed
is a lazy eye your only recourse for a friend to know, the future of benign taste in fate all?
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Withheld And Left, Treason Either Right, Haunts?
Withheld And Left, Treason Either Right, Haunts?