WINE AND GATES
Vice Understood Like Gaiety Ask's Right's, Is Today Yet?
Lusty regains?
Hour to hour, the flag of somber natures
Reasoned with a reach, for sweet mayhem...?
The sound of happenstance, to remind the curiosity...?
Welcome, your ravages...?
Of time and the cruising heed, to the thought, we make a love...
Spoken to hind's, the hell we auture, is
Simply, the face of a new courage, if not covenant
A thread of discord, for the assurances, under a lip
Found, lover, the cares of hopeful yet unproven wishes
Your thank you, the call to hear the news of formidability, hip
Is a rational liberty, to excuse the momentum way we deem the world for riches?
Care one step more, for a forward tooth?
In happier mouth's with a place for a crude stone?
Asking this way and that, the sigh of youth, if not heathen rueth?
See the marvel of hall's and the seeking needs of crucial atone?
Now is never, new is ever?
The laugh of overtones and the smile of demand, for once, the callous idea
To overwhelm the mine, of witnessing the price of passion's fire
In the mar of solemn worth, to date, the common craving for soldiering lead?
Lore of a sincerity to finish it's day's means for a new cause?
Here is the passage of time, to question the misery of comprehension, adding
The vices of mere and seen to hear, the placement of youth, in these wall's...
Is a home to demonstrate the kind and condition, of history to know, raging
Had heaven and the sad saving of rancor, to know a presumption of stead?
Here in our best's of caveat's and heart's of problematic, heroism?
Stir of visitation to realize the myriad notoriety of wagering in the said?
Amicability for a walking singing in the rain, with no cloth, for cataclysm?
Here is here, toward the freshest of accent's dreams, to hear
Low and quiet, the might in show, to observe one more tongue
Of remorse, if not redemption to seek a prettier ear
How can a child with no toes, be anything but, the mystery among?
Gross observation of a salt, one night
In the sturdy hands of worldly prices and the picked flower of harmony found
The walking and the song of decency, is but our risk in the dewing moonlight
Where one more number of desperation, is all we have, the baring of silence to fuse, around
Twelve, and the appetite of yearning that has taken the lead of commitment
Can you sing the body bright enough to sincerely name the doll's of avarice?
Yes, as whole has noticed, the would of, stirring the law with a lament
Does silence owe itself, the kindness of years, with one more truth to keep, vice?
Confused? even the stare of legend will isolate the spite we know
For a craving in the smile, of other's
Pain and torment to save your's, the completeness of fascination in hand
Haven't we eaten the blessing of reason already? the coping of relationship's, to bother...
Sigh's, can and do, the meddling of superstition for a brace of dependency...
Demanded by the silence of fury's anew, will we show the bared navel of dissuasion?
Disdain, nor force in sustain of lifetime's of means to an end, is this egg intimacy?
For an embarrassed gift of good intent, that has the sense of otherwise is, eschalon...
Hour to hour, the flag of somber natures
Reasoned with a reach, for sweet mayhem...?
The sound of happenstance, to remind the curiosity...?
Welcome, your ravages...?
Of time and the cruising heed, to the thought, we make a love...
Spoken to hind's, the hell we auture, is
Simply, the face of a new courage, if not covenant
A thread of discord, for the assurances, under a lip
Found, lover, the cares of hopeful yet unproven wishes
Your thank you, the call to hear the news of formidability, hip
Is a rational liberty, to excuse the momentum way we deem the world for riches?
Care one step more, for a forward tooth?
In happier mouth's with a place for a crude stone?
Asking this way and that, the sigh of youth, if not heathen rueth?
See the marvel of hall's and the seeking needs of crucial atone?
Now is never, new is ever?
The laugh of overtones and the smile of demand, for once, the callous idea
To overwhelm the mine, of witnessing the price of passion's fire
In the mar of solemn worth, to date, the common craving for soldiering lead?
Lore of a sincerity to finish it's day's means for a new cause?
Here is the passage of time, to question the misery of comprehension, adding
The vices of mere and seen to hear, the placement of youth, in these wall's...
Is a home to demonstrate the kind and condition, of history to know, raging
Had heaven and the sad saving of rancor, to know a presumption of stead?
Here in our best's of caveat's and heart's of problematic, heroism?
Stir of visitation to realize the myriad notoriety of wagering in the said?
Amicability for a walking singing in the rain, with no cloth, for cataclysm?
Here is here, toward the freshest of accent's dreams, to hear
Low and quiet, the might in show, to observe one more tongue
Of remorse, if not redemption to seek a prettier ear
How can a child with no toes, be anything but, the mystery among?
Gross observation of a salt, one night
In the sturdy hands of worldly prices and the picked flower of harmony found
The walking and the song of decency, is but our risk in the dewing moonlight
Where one more number of desperation, is all we have, the baring of silence to fuse, around
Twelve, and the appetite of yearning that has taken the lead of commitment
Can you sing the body bright enough to sincerely name the doll's of avarice?
Yes, as whole has noticed, the would of, stirring the law with a lament
Does silence owe itself, the kindness of years, with one more truth to keep, vice?
Confused? even the stare of legend will isolate the spite we know
For a craving in the smile, of other's
Pain and torment to save your's, the completeness of fascination in hand
Haven't we eaten the blessing of reason already? the coping of relationship's, to bother...
Sigh's, can and do, the meddling of superstition for a brace of dependency...
Demanded by the silence of fury's anew, will we show the bared navel of dissuasion?
Disdain, nor force in sustain of lifetime's of means to an end, is this egg intimacy?
For an embarrassed gift of good intent, that has the sense of otherwise is, eschalon...
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Vice Understood Like Gaiety Ask`s Right`s, Is Today Yet?
Vice Understood Like Gaiety Ask`s Right`s, Is Today Yet?
