WINE AND GATES
Is Heaven Poised To Exact Blood From A Stone?
talk and sweeter by the light
tomorrow on a habit of gray intent, wisdom
to know in our behest, churched with right
charisma to finish its meal of me and you, the hour has come
kinder to need, the stale airs between enemies
has become the sincere attention of misogyny, native to taste
in a cold shoulder for the rest of us, as a fate has seen
many more than us is the solution to a discipline divined from haste
my conscience for a drink of water, thus the neglecting have
concern for the risen miles, to the which and the stitch of time
shame and its prodigy, keeping the habit of deeds in the form of saved
placation in the now, to sever the tie of indecency that is in the grasp, of reason and rhyme
like the door on fate, we all know exists
presence of mind, and the urges of demand for another kind question
the tale of decency to another human being, begins here, with is...
allowed to found, the soundness of how, we even mention the corner of bliss...?
should a praise in its pain prosper, the times are for all
that can deem the levity of choice to be, the count or the cares of nuance
might to honor or its gifts of judgment and justice, know, the world to fall
in the hands of committed passion, we see the truth in you, for a sincerity with a chance
chances of sorry eyes to form a litany of results in our ours, the thanks of duty
to a shared compassion in full, or fulfill of dreams to succinctly show the past
for an answer to age old high's and low's, of concern for a nutrition of sorts that is, anarchy
in the mold of old, and sometimes richer for thought, ways of generosity to ask...
tomorrow on a habit of gray intent, wisdom
to know in our behest, churched with right
charisma to finish its meal of me and you, the hour has come
kinder to need, the stale airs between enemies
has become the sincere attention of misogyny, native to taste
in a cold shoulder for the rest of us, as a fate has seen
many more than us is the solution to a discipline divined from haste
my conscience for a drink of water, thus the neglecting have
concern for the risen miles, to the which and the stitch of time
shame and its prodigy, keeping the habit of deeds in the form of saved
placation in the now, to sever the tie of indecency that is in the grasp, of reason and rhyme
like the door on fate, we all know exists
presence of mind, and the urges of demand for another kind question
the tale of decency to another human being, begins here, with is...
allowed to found, the soundness of how, we even mention the corner of bliss...?
should a praise in its pain prosper, the times are for all
that can deem the levity of choice to be, the count or the cares of nuance
might to honor or its gifts of judgment and justice, know, the world to fall
in the hands of committed passion, we see the truth in you, for a sincerity with a chance
chances of sorry eyes to form a litany of results in our ours, the thanks of duty
to a shared compassion in full, or fulfill of dreams to succinctly show the past
for an answer to age old high's and low's, of concern for a nutrition of sorts that is, anarchy
in the mold of old, and sometimes richer for thought, ways of generosity to ask...
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Is Heaven Poised To Exact Blood From A Stone?
Is Heaven Poised To Exact Blood From A Stone?