WINE AND GATES
Eclipsed Beyond The Trying Of Times (Thoroughly...)
paces to rarity, in myths we are told
the passion of conscience made, the tact of each
their ease, the poignancy with the clash of need to hold
these hells and them heavens, where senses of cause reach
hap upon the savior of decency in hours, one day of courage for out
the since of early bids for the presence of cope, now
is the neglected eye of seemliness, sincere to us for a question to sound
is this half of creation for the new eyes of worth, I see in the miracle of a vow?
soon and comforted with same, the blessed worth
of a composed face, for the resting hours with a dim name
for each lover of duty, to come, in the means of condition and girth
to but think the new name of freedom, for a lip that has no shame...
pretenses and hence the ends of the world, the commitment to youth
in the spark of intellect that has the needs of others for time, tumultuous though ought
the nuance of cares for outward might, in these shared embraces of who'th
is the nativity of assumption to have, the cold rememberance of silence that came to not
changes of ourselves into the politics of distance, the merit in its mouth
with words of commonness that haven't a thought, for anything but self, and a sigh
shoulders of virtue to live once more, for the call of dread in the open, misery somehow, lowed
poise of a vengeful finger with the time, for us to collect a heart in ordeals signs
here it is, the sight of any soul worth, its mention
mention that comes at the cost of a new soul, without the sense to dream, die
hear the shrill call of destiny in the airs of somewhere greater than you? living
is the art of declaration before us, as if a waiting stone in heaven, has if eaves nigh...
the passion of conscience made, the tact of each
their ease, the poignancy with the clash of need to hold
these hells and them heavens, where senses of cause reach
hap upon the savior of decency in hours, one day of courage for out
the since of early bids for the presence of cope, now
is the neglected eye of seemliness, sincere to us for a question to sound
is this half of creation for the new eyes of worth, I see in the miracle of a vow?
soon and comforted with same, the blessed worth
of a composed face, for the resting hours with a dim name
for each lover of duty, to come, in the means of condition and girth
to but think the new name of freedom, for a lip that has no shame...
pretenses and hence the ends of the world, the commitment to youth
in the spark of intellect that has the needs of others for time, tumultuous though ought
the nuance of cares for outward might, in these shared embraces of who'th
is the nativity of assumption to have, the cold rememberance of silence that came to not
changes of ourselves into the politics of distance, the merit in its mouth
with words of commonness that haven't a thought, for anything but self, and a sigh
shoulders of virtue to live once more, for the call of dread in the open, misery somehow, lowed
poise of a vengeful finger with the time, for us to collect a heart in ordeals signs
here it is, the sight of any soul worth, its mention
mention that comes at the cost of a new soul, without the sense to dream, die
hear the shrill call of destiny in the airs of somewhere greater than you? living
is the art of declaration before us, as if a waiting stone in heaven, has if eaves nigh...
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Eclipsed Beyond The Trying Of Times (Thoroughly...)
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