WINE AND GATES
Past Times That Give The Heart Pause...?
habit in gold, habit in old
the staid requiem of voices to garner the sight
of conscience and prescience together for now, the hand to hold
is with us a step further than usual, the risk of buoyancy of needs right?
wisdom and count, court and wishes to days gone by
the lucky few, the luckier rued
is in league for a nearing season of clashes for a question, to history in lie
where has a sincere shadow been, the act of any and all, too soon?
when in the may, a marriage is for all who can handle it?
the terror of suggestion at the bottom of the question, is to verify a not for shown ought?
asking as politely as a world on edge, for a selection in half, can begin...?
worth your best foot forward, is a laughing compassion our future, the place of sorts, sought?
answer from the blessing of a family, that has a shadow for each, the tale you tell...
is a reason beyond avail, that knows the tooth of truth for the rest of conscience in well...?
the days arduousness and pact of honor to sate misery, like a side of anger from itself, hell?
is for those that speak the truth in all ways but one, the comparison of good versus evil...?
like life, is for those that take it, home
in search of sincerity, a house with serpents for its names sake, have poison to call them
let to individuals and kind, the scope of assumed any, for the seeking hand, is love
and when might comes to call, knowing the obvious about the known, we are the sense of a whim
clearly a doleful exchange, the nature of kingdom and the hence we assume is a reason
the tawdry example of nuance to settle a risen remark with the opportune kiss
this clash of decency and the method of paradise are at our fingertips, a calling heaven
is a candor of youth to know itself, for one more thing from nothing, the risen our of is...
the staid requiem of voices to garner the sight
of conscience and prescience together for now, the hand to hold
is with us a step further than usual, the risk of buoyancy of needs right?
wisdom and count, court and wishes to days gone by
the lucky few, the luckier rued
is in league for a nearing season of clashes for a question, to history in lie
where has a sincere shadow been, the act of any and all, too soon?
when in the may, a marriage is for all who can handle it?
the terror of suggestion at the bottom of the question, is to verify a not for shown ought?
asking as politely as a world on edge, for a selection in half, can begin...?
worth your best foot forward, is a laughing compassion our future, the place of sorts, sought?
answer from the blessing of a family, that has a shadow for each, the tale you tell...
is a reason beyond avail, that knows the tooth of truth for the rest of conscience in well...?
the days arduousness and pact of honor to sate misery, like a side of anger from itself, hell?
is for those that speak the truth in all ways but one, the comparison of good versus evil...?
like life, is for those that take it, home
in search of sincerity, a house with serpents for its names sake, have poison to call them
let to individuals and kind, the scope of assumed any, for the seeking hand, is love
and when might comes to call, knowing the obvious about the known, we are the sense of a whim
clearly a doleful exchange, the nature of kingdom and the hence we assume is a reason
the tawdry example of nuance to settle a risen remark with the opportune kiss
this clash of decency and the method of paradise are at our fingertips, a calling heaven
is a candor of youth to know itself, for one more thing from nothing, the risen our of is...
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Past Times That Give The Heart Pause...?
Past Times That Give The Heart Pause...?