WINE AND GATES
First Things First, Rainbows With One Missing...
debt in golden thoughts
to envy, the many for any in our levity
the second hardship of a land to free itself, the scope of nots
marred or married with the shrill testimony of aplomb, reality
done or devilish, the language we respond too, thinks
the terror of honor in the maying and arreared though
time to itself, the liberty in being been flowers, of what has hands
in the grace of duty or duality we keep, for an asking price of wealth, go
the season of risen jaded and furors moment, to wish upon a new wisdom
acts of urges - the promise of consciences that took to nativity
the prayer of seclusion that has the seer of hope for a creation
never been? the taste in questions and answers to the tip of my tongue, deity
your child, my sacrifice, their day
life in the sameness we approve, has become a reach for a new heed, heaven was ourselves
in front of nothing and never more, the love of each and service to ideal any
prepare yourself a dream or acquit the can of causes seen, for a soul, this is the ray of our health
their laughter, my candid response
to an age old reference to authority in the spoil of condition without, you
the lowing gall and the sound of haps in a white washed hall, erred for faired to commit longevity
to the anarchy of disdain, that has the voice to clarify the portion of sulk, the whore of soon
in the distance of compassions country or its city-wide lover's remark, the tawdry
example of existence for your governed truth of nature come, blind as justice can be
this childhood and this adult house of cease and is, is our home to begin with money
toes of vampires and the vote of tomorrow for out, the collection of a notorious heathen...
similarity to a kinder, king, had like a fantasy of cold shoulders and the should of courage
we still don't, know the composure of sensitivity to another's problem, remember this:
an ash of such in the mouth of a human shame for the night of cope, is still a worthier fate
faces with a conscience to spend, begin with sin in the shape of silences that knew, wishes
to envy, the many for any in our levity
the second hardship of a land to free itself, the scope of nots
marred or married with the shrill testimony of aplomb, reality
done or devilish, the language we respond too, thinks
the terror of honor in the maying and arreared though
time to itself, the liberty in being been flowers, of what has hands
in the grace of duty or duality we keep, for an asking price of wealth, go
the season of risen jaded and furors moment, to wish upon a new wisdom
acts of urges - the promise of consciences that took to nativity
the prayer of seclusion that has the seer of hope for a creation
never been? the taste in questions and answers to the tip of my tongue, deity
your child, my sacrifice, their day
life in the sameness we approve, has become a reach for a new heed, heaven was ourselves
in front of nothing and never more, the love of each and service to ideal any
prepare yourself a dream or acquit the can of causes seen, for a soul, this is the ray of our health
their laughter, my candid response
to an age old reference to authority in the spoil of condition without, you
the lowing gall and the sound of haps in a white washed hall, erred for faired to commit longevity
to the anarchy of disdain, that has the voice to clarify the portion of sulk, the whore of soon
in the distance of compassions country or its city-wide lover's remark, the tawdry
example of existence for your governed truth of nature come, blind as justice can be
this childhood and this adult house of cease and is, is our home to begin with money
toes of vampires and the vote of tomorrow for out, the collection of a notorious heathen...
similarity to a kinder, king, had like a fantasy of cold shoulders and the should of courage
we still don't, know the composure of sensitivity to another's problem, remember this:
an ash of such in the mouth of a human shame for the night of cope, is still a worthier fate
faces with a conscience to spend, begin with sin in the shape of silences that knew, wishes
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First Things First, Rainbows With One Missing...
First Things First, Rainbows With One Missing...
