WINE AND GATES
Since Oblivion, Jack Be None, Jill Be Six (Start Heiring)
basic seven...?
simple eight
worthier nine
callous ten, sublime and fate
tawdry went to sincere, to hear the news
next and miracles of suppose
the rigid path we know, even enthuse
is a clashing hour to focus, upon owes
beauty in tense, the lovers of rhapsody
to confirm the notion of excellency
here is our first, here is our link with identity
to soldier a claim, in the shell of humanity?
causes that care...?
haps of ourselves to wonder amid sound...?
heroes of complexity to share the good intent we fair...?
as shrewd as a sport of kings to deliver the heart to found...?
we have no shoes, for our calm is in the gift of prayer
we have no thoughts, beyond the measure to give the sight of disdain
we have no sex, except to live for a column of steam that is where
we have no hats, made from the sense God gave us, the reason of exaction in pain
here is a lie to the quick, said for in the annul or duty and does
keep us one step forward for more than a breath, seek the tooth of judgment
taken for a liscense of freedom to quell, among the needy and the us
fear of a blowing time, to dwell in greater hate, is made for any that relent
after the scant, vile and westward resolute, for the reasons of inclination
the taste of bitter fruit and the sensibility, and a harping lot of redoubt
to simplify an ordeal of questions and answers, in the name of heirs and pristine...
cough and rougher sorts to demand the distaste of habit in the mere, we are selecting pouts...
simple eight
worthier nine
callous ten, sublime and fate
tawdry went to sincere, to hear the news
next and miracles of suppose
the rigid path we know, even enthuse
is a clashing hour to focus, upon owes
beauty in tense, the lovers of rhapsody
to confirm the notion of excellency
here is our first, here is our link with identity
to soldier a claim, in the shell of humanity?
causes that care...?
haps of ourselves to wonder amid sound...?
heroes of complexity to share the good intent we fair...?
as shrewd as a sport of kings to deliver the heart to found...?
we have no shoes, for our calm is in the gift of prayer
we have no thoughts, beyond the measure to give the sight of disdain
we have no sex, except to live for a column of steam that is where
we have no hats, made from the sense God gave us, the reason of exaction in pain
here is a lie to the quick, said for in the annul or duty and does
keep us one step forward for more than a breath, seek the tooth of judgment
taken for a liscense of freedom to quell, among the needy and the us
fear of a blowing time, to dwell in greater hate, is made for any that relent
after the scant, vile and westward resolute, for the reasons of inclination
the taste of bitter fruit and the sensibility, and a harping lot of redoubt
to simplify an ordeal of questions and answers, in the name of heirs and pristine...
cough and rougher sorts to demand the distaste of habit in the mere, we are selecting pouts...
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Since Oblivion, Jack Be None, Jill Be Six (Start Heiring)
Since Oblivion, Jack Be None, Jill Be Six (Start Heiring)
