WINE AND GATES
Etc's, Callous And Longevity, Uncle's Heathen?
Polite answer's to the silence
Of curiosity and the risen martyr
Since winds of change, have the scruples of earth's ends
Majority is a rue of antiquity to finish the thought's of verve?
Scruple's? a winding air to ascertain the notion of kind and peoples?
The rhythm of society as a legend of atmosphere's to sustain the image of now?
Further acknowledged, is actual liberty of neither in motion the right will?
Fashion and the nature of sophistication to admire the share of where and how?
Candor at the cost of privileged need...?
And the bounty of absolution to welcome the harrowed muse of callous arrange
To a silence of proportion's we know, is a fuel in the mind's eye, heed?
The call of spices in our means, and you'll see the coping our of redoubt, with strangeness
Food for thought...
Either in our midst's to show an hour of neglect to worthier kind's or hind's
Compatriots of sign's of the time's, will serve a new ideal in figure and wrought
Terms of endearment to identify the briefness of needs that we know is the future's mine
Mind over matter so to speak...
Took for the spare obligations we know is facet's of the guarantee of judges
Can the strength of time be a herald to keep the words of passion in the way we know each?
The echo of time in our inertia of solemnness to further possible legends, ought
Is it me, or do we have a rainbow in our midst's?
Even with the dependency of waiting heir's for the decency at hand, mute
Favor and the saved way we keep a finality of this
Can the observation of might and right, be a hap of silence with an imagined route
To me
The caring and the fairing of somber news done well, for a language of industry
Known for the realization we afford to the beauty at hand for keeping lead
Rage, has no where to cope, unless poised to kind the season of history...?
Of curiosity and the risen martyr
Since winds of change, have the scruples of earth's ends
Majority is a rue of antiquity to finish the thought's of verve?
Scruple's? a winding air to ascertain the notion of kind and peoples?
The rhythm of society as a legend of atmosphere's to sustain the image of now?
Further acknowledged, is actual liberty of neither in motion the right will?
Fashion and the nature of sophistication to admire the share of where and how?
Candor at the cost of privileged need...?
And the bounty of absolution to welcome the harrowed muse of callous arrange
To a silence of proportion's we know, is a fuel in the mind's eye, heed?
The call of spices in our means, and you'll see the coping our of redoubt, with strangeness
Food for thought...
Either in our midst's to show an hour of neglect to worthier kind's or hind's
Compatriots of sign's of the time's, will serve a new ideal in figure and wrought
Terms of endearment to identify the briefness of needs that we know is the future's mine
Mind over matter so to speak...
Took for the spare obligations we know is facet's of the guarantee of judges
Can the strength of time be a herald to keep the words of passion in the way we know each?
The echo of time in our inertia of solemnness to further possible legends, ought
Is it me, or do we have a rainbow in our midst's?
Even with the dependency of waiting heir's for the decency at hand, mute
Favor and the saved way we keep a finality of this
Can the observation of might and right, be a hap of silence with an imagined route
To me
The caring and the fairing of somber news done well, for a language of industry
Known for the realization we afford to the beauty at hand for keeping lead
Rage, has no where to cope, unless poised to kind the season of history...?
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Etc`s, Callous And Longevity, Uncle`s Heathen?
Etc`s, Callous And Longevity, Uncle`s Heathen?
