WINE AND GATES
Can A Miracle Earn Love, Than Or Else Shown?
Craving or credence, penny of you for demands
Sides of distinct eyes, worth one more save...
Proof of a benign kiss, in a hosted lands
Wishes worth won more, coping said than gave?
Sheer weight of the world, to renumerate the seeking crowd
Of sound and hap in the first's of poise
Precisely the sour eave's of weal's to turn, earning patience around
To the dreams of sincerity in a quaint find, of uniquely earthy choice...
Pillow's and sheet's, taken to stead, for arguably curious lip
Of ought vantage or vestige should, your affront of taste
Is a growing hour, with baring edge's of need, as if a superiority sit...?
Upon the chair of deliverance, that has question's in the mine, of our haste
Has passion found a tooth, to take the miracle of another eyefall, on?
To the means of fear and assurances may, the pretty pace's of conscience
Has a likewise for the future, the misery we delve into, the creation of a new live, wronged?
Part or prophet with the chin we dance with, the call to golden presence?
Har, or hatred
The tale of decency is one to confirm the naked intellect
Of resolute redress for the same, the name of heed
To witness the brash toll of an ugly bell, are our hands at sign's of effect?
Honor the stark neglect of friendship's nature or insight to love?
When is an avid cheese the might of a notion to breathe, with the flow of movement?
If I need the scourge of compliance, with one more hell's, silent covenant?
Hark, my advice as a realm of positive feeling, to catch the remembered ire lent...
Is it me, or do I have no mind at all...
Being the rashness of victimization and the lean stare of minutia
I know the grace to serve a presumed avarice, to select once more, a fall...
Is heathen the avoidance of regrettable news, for a legend to select soul's dilemma?
Dance, dance, life on the run
Sing with a water or a stone, complete time to the unreasoning hill
The nearer the happiness came, the more the image of sigh's of declination come
For a baring lip with nothing new to sate, in a silence still, so shrill...
Sides of distinct eyes, worth one more save...
Proof of a benign kiss, in a hosted lands
Wishes worth won more, coping said than gave?
Sheer weight of the world, to renumerate the seeking crowd
Of sound and hap in the first's of poise
Precisely the sour eave's of weal's to turn, earning patience around
To the dreams of sincerity in a quaint find, of uniquely earthy choice...
Pillow's and sheet's, taken to stead, for arguably curious lip
Of ought vantage or vestige should, your affront of taste
Is a growing hour, with baring edge's of need, as if a superiority sit...?
Upon the chair of deliverance, that has question's in the mine, of our haste
Has passion found a tooth, to take the miracle of another eyefall, on?
To the means of fear and assurances may, the pretty pace's of conscience
Has a likewise for the future, the misery we delve into, the creation of a new live, wronged?
Part or prophet with the chin we dance with, the call to golden presence?
Har, or hatred
The tale of decency is one to confirm the naked intellect
Of resolute redress for the same, the name of heed
To witness the brash toll of an ugly bell, are our hands at sign's of effect?
Honor the stark neglect of friendship's nature or insight to love?
When is an avid cheese the might of a notion to breathe, with the flow of movement?
If I need the scourge of compliance, with one more hell's, silent covenant?
Hark, my advice as a realm of positive feeling, to catch the remembered ire lent...
Is it me, or do I have no mind at all...
Being the rashness of victimization and the lean stare of minutia
I know the grace to serve a presumed avarice, to select once more, a fall...
Is heathen the avoidance of regrettable news, for a legend to select soul's dilemma?
Dance, dance, life on the run
Sing with a water or a stone, complete time to the unreasoning hill
The nearer the happiness came, the more the image of sigh's of declination come
For a baring lip with nothing new to sate, in a silence still, so shrill...
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Can A Miracle Earn Love, Than Or Else Shown?
Can A Miracle Earn Love, Than Or Else Shown?