WINE AND GATES
Indicated Limit's To A Risen First, Does Love Dream?
Silent service
As shrewd as a miracle can be
In the toward, firsts and lasts we call sigh's
The truer finger of depends, in love with candor's anarchy
Shadowed method, in the paces of reason
To interfere is to consider the back of anon
Immediate to reliance, comprehended each, on
The smiles of shoulders and halves of liberty, all along?
Prices of cough's and the hand of deliverance
To welcome a new strife, to the risen change of spare question's
In the mine, is a raving heed, for the complication of subsequence
Made from the cloth, of anger in motion, to seek new course's of blessing's
Redress and the honor of spoken plain, language
Sincerity to survive the notion of keep, in these shares of sobriety
The taste of courage for one more, step and past due levity in age
Has a new smile for you, known only as vestige in another's eye's...
Hate it? even the willful order of season's will be...
Hunger for it? even the movement of nature will hunt your fear...
Have a doubt of it's spite? even the wishes in the candid forth we know, will seethe...
Hell for it? lore's of unity in our advantage show a child of answer's so dear...
What is it? pride and pain still make prejudice
Cornered with the news of justice, in these hands is a resounding form
To livid anxiety, in the calm of fruiting vice
The taste of winds in the blow of a mind, is still a cause of future whoredom
So driven in hap, that we don't notice the survivor of misuse of it, et.al?
Worst by silence we haven't, the tale is one to surmise the acrid testimony
Of vaunted habit, in the total of remorse over response to an Aldus let hell
With a bitter lip in paradise, where one thumb of weight, is equal to ten angels in history...
Notoriety's?
Fewer in league than the legend of need, houred with a bland reminder of dissuasion
The coping of friendship and the lead truth is more than a martyr's sincerity
The taste of history, for once knowing a fury, that is a rational of intimation...
As shrewd as a miracle can be
In the toward, firsts and lasts we call sigh's
The truer finger of depends, in love with candor's anarchy
Shadowed method, in the paces of reason
To interfere is to consider the back of anon
Immediate to reliance, comprehended each, on
The smiles of shoulders and halves of liberty, all along?
Prices of cough's and the hand of deliverance
To welcome a new strife, to the risen change of spare question's
In the mine, is a raving heed, for the complication of subsequence
Made from the cloth, of anger in motion, to seek new course's of blessing's
Redress and the honor of spoken plain, language
Sincerity to survive the notion of keep, in these shares of sobriety
The taste of courage for one more, step and past due levity in age
Has a new smile for you, known only as vestige in another's eye's...
Hate it? even the willful order of season's will be...
Hunger for it? even the movement of nature will hunt your fear...
Have a doubt of it's spite? even the wishes in the candid forth we know, will seethe...
Hell for it? lore's of unity in our advantage show a child of answer's so dear...
What is it? pride and pain still make prejudice
Cornered with the news of justice, in these hands is a resounding form
To livid anxiety, in the calm of fruiting vice
The taste of winds in the blow of a mind, is still a cause of future whoredom
So driven in hap, that we don't notice the survivor of misuse of it, et.al?
Worst by silence we haven't, the tale is one to surmise the acrid testimony
Of vaunted habit, in the total of remorse over response to an Aldus let hell
With a bitter lip in paradise, where one thumb of weight, is equal to ten angels in history...
Notoriety's?
Fewer in league than the legend of need, houred with a bland reminder of dissuasion
The coping of friendship and the lead truth is more than a martyr's sincerity
The taste of history, for once knowing a fury, that is a rational of intimation...
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Indicated Limit`s To A Risen First, Does Love Dream?
Indicated Limit`s To A Risen First, Does Love Dream?
