WINE AND GATES

Praise Earns Order, Patience Lets Entity; Same?

Candor in the hands of youth...?
Beset indigency to know, the calming mete
Of where with all if keeping worlds, of seeking vanity and vainer couth
The place of demand is a rational could, to seem...?

Well to know? with a handshake, and guidance, futility...?
Of virtue, to the known, is a remnancy of ours' to occur?
To wish and finish the tout of superiority, anxiety...?!
The providence of youth is before us, the paces of yearning and verve

Mutual lives know the difference? between yonder hill of yet, met?
And the smile of dissuasion to confirm if a pressure of need's
So more than forlorn, to question the gift's of compassion and haste's let
For an exacting half of deed's...?

Price's and vice's of continue, made for a regression into lies...
The truth in vantages hand, one less thing of destiny's energy
One less hour of comprehension, for a livid homage of thunder and lightning...?
Till the wheel stops, even the scourge of rape is a hardened levity...?

Paranoid enough for you...?
Listen to the shoe in your door, know more than to escape
Take that candy and make the world's first sun - shiny Monday, true
Here is a family figure with no advance, of curiosity or it's same, shame

Oil be a guarded verse in mores, then motion needed or least created
Hackneyed or with savage intent, to share the severity of antiquity's
Many for the silence we adored, the conscience of regression into heathen...
Wealth's of virtue, the naked live in the smiles we never knew, even implicitly...?

Ail be a guaranteed history in worth, where mercy has a life to atone
The acquired forces, of needy lend and the solution to fend, for a shadowed means
At meant, in the adage of witnessing the cares and further stares of method, in homes
Without a tear for the ordeal of idea's and heathen kind's, we select our letting

Nil be a garrison of fetching sense's, to recognize the overwhelming health of habit
In the day's grace or gratuity found, for a likened them, and the pale of consideration
That is no more than a spare tear fused with all of a harmony's courage, to limit's
Sounder by the image of promise, than a furious ear to the premise of cold intimation...


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Praise Earns Order, Patience Lets Entity; Same?

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