WINE AND GATES
With Hour's Until The Thunder Is A Friend?
Yesterday's iota
Imagined with the boat of silence and glue
Mercy me, and soul of response so far, so fated
Quiet lip's of unease in mild way's, the history due...
Solace for a contrite smile, with otherwise teeth?
Hell to pay, for a question of reality in the fade of earth
Is a looking and a breaking for issue to find, a simpler each?
Well to do the news before us, the sight of reasons in now, the worth?
Patiently we decide on the cares of fate still further away
Bless me, with a finished silence, have and to hold the obscurity...?
Of noxious same, is our herald of deem, the bright mind of till, the saving
Of precious mind's to know, have a courage to overwhelm the day's bid for chastity?
That is yesterday...
Charity and disparity, married for a lark
To seek the prayer's of ordeal's, as if a world away from they...
Which has no nose for the news, or the distress of savagery in younger and stark...
See the darkness before us, the duty to terms of endearment and the treasure of joy
Has and a look among fear's, to sound the horn of composure's philosophy
Saved once, by the lucre of west's and burden in exchange, for undue coy
Dear kindred and worth in a mighty show, do we have insight for a curiosity?
Paces and placement of a new name, in the dread box of demand for sincerity
The clash of anger and the saint of panic, due to the yearning of vulgarity
For a needy here and now to the cope of resolute friendship's, in all intimacy
There is a ship in the fog with a prayer's name, as if a remembering the climb of entity
Patience's later, the tools of responsibility come to the fore
Sigh's of domain and the suppose of guarantee has the voice of an angel?
Coming for the prowess of haste and impression for a limit to war...
Hell was a rational of needs in the vain worth's of doldrums of futures with it to quell
So what is the problem?
Speed
Just like a half of uniqueness worth a new glance of identity, we see the whim
Of candor for casual sake, that has no basis of finality, except to requite the reasoning...
Truth or dare, smiles on the nerves make excellent home's?
Where are your scruples, if not manner's for polite serendipity of the known?
Lie's like this, are so myriad and furious to the bounty of hackneyed thumb's?
That haven't we seen the curse of spoken passion without history's toe in common...
Imagined with the boat of silence and glue
Mercy me, and soul of response so far, so fated
Quiet lip's of unease in mild way's, the history due...
Solace for a contrite smile, with otherwise teeth?
Hell to pay, for a question of reality in the fade of earth
Is a looking and a breaking for issue to find, a simpler each?
Well to do the news before us, the sight of reasons in now, the worth?
Patiently we decide on the cares of fate still further away
Bless me, with a finished silence, have and to hold the obscurity...?
Of noxious same, is our herald of deem, the bright mind of till, the saving
Of precious mind's to know, have a courage to overwhelm the day's bid for chastity?
That is yesterday...
Charity and disparity, married for a lark
To seek the prayer's of ordeal's, as if a world away from they...
Which has no nose for the news, or the distress of savagery in younger and stark...
See the darkness before us, the duty to terms of endearment and the treasure of joy
Has and a look among fear's, to sound the horn of composure's philosophy
Saved once, by the lucre of west's and burden in exchange, for undue coy
Dear kindred and worth in a mighty show, do we have insight for a curiosity?
Paces and placement of a new name, in the dread box of demand for sincerity
The clash of anger and the saint of panic, due to the yearning of vulgarity
For a needy here and now to the cope of resolute friendship's, in all intimacy
There is a ship in the fog with a prayer's name, as if a remembering the climb of entity
Patience's later, the tools of responsibility come to the fore
Sigh's of domain and the suppose of guarantee has the voice of an angel?
Coming for the prowess of haste and impression for a limit to war...
Hell was a rational of needs in the vain worth's of doldrums of futures with it to quell
So what is the problem?
Speed
Just like a half of uniqueness worth a new glance of identity, we see the whim
Of candor for casual sake, that has no basis of finality, except to requite the reasoning...
Truth or dare, smiles on the nerves make excellent home's?
Where are your scruples, if not manner's for polite serendipity of the known?
Lie's like this, are so myriad and furious to the bounty of hackneyed thumb's?
That haven't we seen the curse of spoken passion without history's toe in common...
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With Hour`s Until The Thunder Is A Friend?
With Hour`s Until The Thunder Is A Friend?