WINE AND GATES
Shown Cope, Sewn Epoch, Truly Epic
Making other people's sense...
Truer, a frozen time
Bidden to wonder, worthier recompense
As we see the wind for a draught might
Your eye, is heaven to me
Thorough to leave, tone to come
Well in my regard, pointing towards infinity
Where a door is asking sight, to some
Fresher and focused
The façade of promise is one
Made to learn a majority, housed
By honor to succeed, the order of liberty's, which are money
This is my eye
Saving heed and chaste, for the hour of alert sense's
Common to self, but vast to reality considered wry
To a need in fame's grasp, see my mind as it lends
Rational, the deserved notion before us
Acting upon seldom popularity, natures in kind
Seem to be a legend, though a myth never discussed
Is a rage in motion, a detriment to find...
Lucre same
The dearness of simple fact's
To create one more eye, in the poise of tradition, handsome for paces
Complete to synchronicity, the reason of yearning for mere's pact
Can we sense the risen moment?
Stir and few of since, to any eave
Of mean's to arguable end's, justified by sense's relenting
Can we see the lore of decency, cared for by all who conceive?
Truer, a frozen time
Bidden to wonder, worthier recompense
As we see the wind for a draught might
Your eye, is heaven to me
Thorough to leave, tone to come
Well in my regard, pointing towards infinity
Where a door is asking sight, to some
Fresher and focused
The façade of promise is one
Made to learn a majority, housed
By honor to succeed, the order of liberty's, which are money
This is my eye
Saving heed and chaste, for the hour of alert sense's
Common to self, but vast to reality considered wry
To a need in fame's grasp, see my mind as it lends
Rational, the deserved notion before us
Acting upon seldom popularity, natures in kind
Seem to be a legend, though a myth never discussed
Is a rage in motion, a detriment to find...
Lucre same
The dearness of simple fact's
To create one more eye, in the poise of tradition, handsome for paces
Complete to synchronicity, the reason of yearning for mere's pact
Can we sense the risen moment?
Stir and few of since, to any eave
Of mean's to arguable end's, justified by sense's relenting
Can we see the lore of decency, cared for by all who conceive?
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Shown Cope, Sewn Epoch, Truly Epic
Shown Cope, Sewn Epoch, Truly Epic
