WINE AND GATES
Saltier Hiccough's, With A Cup Of Arsenic...?
Pasts with us, in a hopeful guise...?
The adored lover with a soulful excuse
I'm the neglected irony, to find the curse to spy
A raving house in our secret's, the promise of all, and would
Where have the flower's I left, for a nurse and a mirror
Begun, the aroma of self defense, the observation of cope
To which in the standing rise, of careful lives, with no fear
Held to anger, we are the savior's of all and each, their hope
Sans the senses we deem a regular abuse, the wreak of havoc
In our arm's and heady run towards the avail of demand
Have and to hold, the lucre of realm to survive, but the cold shoulder of what
Is my need in league, notice the cares of courage to sigh in the land...?
Houses with doors and shutter's, and hell to feed to anarchy
Have the role of suffered presence of mind, the waiting soul
Of consciences that have none, like the marvel of unity to make, we
Come? the edge's of why and heart's mind, the strange way of the old?
Have you one? a shoulder that is, where is your hence and surety to defend?
Commit to a nature in fates secure, with the life of nuisance meant
Here is a raging stir of courses in the all, of since and the might of happiness...
The child of meager wishes for a new lip, will be, the climate of urge's and sin
Order? or chaos?
Till we meet the truer behalf of notion, this party is for the bird's
Credence and or lead since, the demonstration of worth kind and or callous
Make up your own, silence, the rashness of your avarice is moment's until heard...
The adored lover with a soulful excuse
I'm the neglected irony, to find the curse to spy
A raving house in our secret's, the promise of all, and would
Where have the flower's I left, for a nurse and a mirror
Begun, the aroma of self defense, the observation of cope
To which in the standing rise, of careful lives, with no fear
Held to anger, we are the savior's of all and each, their hope
Sans the senses we deem a regular abuse, the wreak of havoc
In our arm's and heady run towards the avail of demand
Have and to hold, the lucre of realm to survive, but the cold shoulder of what
Is my need in league, notice the cares of courage to sigh in the land...?
Houses with doors and shutter's, and hell to feed to anarchy
Have the role of suffered presence of mind, the waiting soul
Of consciences that have none, like the marvel of unity to make, we
Come? the edge's of why and heart's mind, the strange way of the old?
Have you one? a shoulder that is, where is your hence and surety to defend?
Commit to a nature in fates secure, with the life of nuisance meant
Here is a raging stir of courses in the all, of since and the might of happiness...
The child of meager wishes for a new lip, will be, the climate of urge's and sin
Order? or chaos?
Till we meet the truer behalf of notion, this party is for the bird's
Credence and or lead since, the demonstration of worth kind and or callous
Make up your own, silence, the rashness of your avarice is moment's until heard...
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Saltier Hiccough`s, With A Cup Of Arsenic...?
Saltier Hiccough`s, With A Cup Of Arsenic...?
