WINE AND GATES

Does Marvelled Hate Seek Beauty If Snow...?

tasteless affirmation
then to totals of ventures in the real
if your eyes ever cross paths with a silence
the truth in a hap if regard, solace is hardship, little

crazy appetites for destruction...?
the till with the morbidity of a nuance's hill
in the spire of dilemma approved, for a soul in completion
of a serious shred of vice, verbose enough to live up to still?

here is a wage of the benign, to delve into the fate of other and wise
clashes with arrogancy, and the method to made alarm, await our have
in the foremost of deems, the rate of sense in our palm, for a shy
luck to the brow of itself, we know the majority of sincerity for the hand to wave...?

clarity at all costs?
yes, but first things first, the pain of another person, the taste has you known
patience and instinct in league, know the remnancy of guardianship for a sight just
literally the more, the neglect of positive any for the rest of us, a share of condone

made from the bell's of honor we accustom to the mine, the miracle of suggestion
to keep in front of all who would, the bird in hand or the been few to heard, hearts
clearly the sullen cooperation of be beyond, the affirmation has a decency in living
continue with the held minding of sincerer many, and you have a whisper in the future, are...?

penny from the mouth of semblance and ordeal to know the better of a calling day
here to for, we can the misery of disdain in view, the tension of uniqueness to bother
sameness to satisfy the domain and domicile of youth, to wish finally upon the callous, may...
hell beyond the eyefall of a unity is always the will to thank the obvious for another...

causes in the shall, to worship a new star, for itself and terror's pining thirst?
for a smile abroad the intentions of antipathy found, for a candor unequalled by history?
liberty to attest the simplicity of eminency of justice come, to these for sigh's or worst?
this angry eye, is knowing the martyrdom of voices in the miles until, sin includes hoary?

friends of persuasion, friends of ordeals tension?
edges of dismal lividity, to claim the knowledge of done, from these harbored ilks
worth more than a taste of fright, the peculiarity of same to come, is a lores pretension
remade horror for a spire to calm the notion of forces in the way, of tongues that will think...


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Does Marvelled Hate Seek Beauty If Snow...?

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