WINE AND GATES
... A War With Secret's That Mustn't, Falter?
Witness the move...?
Of lore in the saved way we come
For the night of love
So suggested, for lover's to receive the news of home
Ascetic in tight paces, has a word with us
Misery is my known, knowing the presence of mere
We see the days have grown long, for a quiet muse to discuss
The merit in a clash with solace, that is a rise of yearning...
Cool is the night, of wan and worth, to select a lead
Courage and crushed feelings, of a friendship to exact realms
Of visitation and subtlety, come the price of warmth ahead
Of the new demonstration of concisely that, the soul to delve
Chance meeting the moon, in the stare of simplicity found in a city
Of response and haunts of character, the language of decency done, to right's
Vocation to serve a league of mastery, to name the challenger of entity
Careful with the eclectic needs of other's, the tale has become the might
Bounty and the beauty of callous rapport, is a wield of strength to claim
Tones of voice in the mar, of supple direction and eave's of calamity
Actual for? comes our needful glance and the romance of truthful aim?
Behavior in a rain storm with no divinity, but the vision of marveling energy's?
When? to add a dry note of passion to the parody we observe
Can a color of notoriety, become the absolution of sincere effort in meant circles
Have and the how of chance, with a more to our than we know, is heard
The imagination dwindles to nothing, and a head for candor see's, our heed willing
Chaste, and fearing the past of a new friend found, we are nowhere but here
To seclude the form and mendacity of could, we choose the right side of antiquity
For a nature of sojourn that has come and gone, with a kind embrace for world's
Seldom and guise's of charity that haven't the nearness of sin, to their possibility...
Arm's of devoid unction to notice, and the obscure way we whet
An appetite for the clandestiny of hope, that feeds the notion of succor
Worth one more look, if not the simulation of speed and or understatement of met
Look upon the fashion of the dreams we made, to serve inanity to the call of yours...
Compassion has a heart here, the twain and its gift of redemption with a find
Of superiority to think, but the now in lineage as a care is made
Tell us another, we will say, if not save the sate of anger in kind
For we are the people of destiny to account, the risks of minds come, to sincerely wage...
Of lore in the saved way we come
For the night of love
So suggested, for lover's to receive the news of home
Ascetic in tight paces, has a word with us
Misery is my known, knowing the presence of mere
We see the days have grown long, for a quiet muse to discuss
The merit in a clash with solace, that is a rise of yearning...
Cool is the night, of wan and worth, to select a lead
Courage and crushed feelings, of a friendship to exact realms
Of visitation and subtlety, come the price of warmth ahead
Of the new demonstration of concisely that, the soul to delve
Chance meeting the moon, in the stare of simplicity found in a city
Of response and haunts of character, the language of decency done, to right's
Vocation to serve a league of mastery, to name the challenger of entity
Careful with the eclectic needs of other's, the tale has become the might
Bounty and the beauty of callous rapport, is a wield of strength to claim
Tones of voice in the mar, of supple direction and eave's of calamity
Actual for? comes our needful glance and the romance of truthful aim?
Behavior in a rain storm with no divinity, but the vision of marveling energy's?
When? to add a dry note of passion to the parody we observe
Can a color of notoriety, become the absolution of sincere effort in meant circles
Have and the how of chance, with a more to our than we know, is heard
The imagination dwindles to nothing, and a head for candor see's, our heed willing
Chaste, and fearing the past of a new friend found, we are nowhere but here
To seclude the form and mendacity of could, we choose the right side of antiquity
For a nature of sojourn that has come and gone, with a kind embrace for world's
Seldom and guise's of charity that haven't the nearness of sin, to their possibility...
Arm's of devoid unction to notice, and the obscure way we whet
An appetite for the clandestiny of hope, that feeds the notion of succor
Worth one more look, if not the simulation of speed and or understatement of met
Look upon the fashion of the dreams we made, to serve inanity to the call of yours...
Compassion has a heart here, the twain and its gift of redemption with a find
Of superiority to think, but the now in lineage as a care is made
Tell us another, we will say, if not save the sate of anger in kind
For we are the people of destiny to account, the risks of minds come, to sincerely wage...
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... A War With Secret`s That Mustn`t, Falter?
... A War With Secret`s That Mustn`t, Falter?
