WINE AND GATES
7 Knocked Door's Make 1 Heaven
Bipartisan, wishes at the well of leaving
Indoctrination, admits to the flesh surreal
Seperatism, has weal in mind, to reveal conceiving
Covenant's, are fewer in number because an eye is to heal
Sing a song, so well-rounded
And well-versed, to know patience's forte
Still to see, the hindrance of you, lauded
By the sense of proportion to your worry's
In the voice you choose
In majority part, the prowess exclaimed
Intimate superiority, is a heart to loose
Intellect to sojourn forth, presence and aim
Doe's this ever remind you of hell?
Ask the question's you knew in your youth
To be the door's and rattling window's of worth, still
In the hands of commit, the bite of serendipitous couth
To buy you cloth, for a body should share the time's
To serve you water, for minds without become a panacea
To share with you food, for reason is a vale, with no feet for trying
To tell you the truth, for wishes of candor to grow without agony's dilemma
These thing's we know
Bubble's of burden, or trouble's of tooth
Kind alet, the shame we owe
Or, the vision of marvel's in love, some rueth
Not to be rude, even history to tell
Wealth is but a sigh of chastity, tongue to praise
The imagination of silence, that is fulfilled
By the resolute gift of life, where a soul has said
Indoctrination, admits to the flesh surreal
Seperatism, has weal in mind, to reveal conceiving
Covenant's, are fewer in number because an eye is to heal
Sing a song, so well-rounded
And well-versed, to know patience's forte
Still to see, the hindrance of you, lauded
By the sense of proportion to your worry's
In the voice you choose
In majority part, the prowess exclaimed
Intimate superiority, is a heart to loose
Intellect to sojourn forth, presence and aim
Doe's this ever remind you of hell?
Ask the question's you knew in your youth
To be the door's and rattling window's of worth, still
In the hands of commit, the bite of serendipitous couth
To buy you cloth, for a body should share the time's
To serve you water, for minds without become a panacea
To share with you food, for reason is a vale, with no feet for trying
To tell you the truth, for wishes of candor to grow without agony's dilemma
These thing's we know
Bubble's of burden, or trouble's of tooth
Kind alet, the shame we owe
Or, the vision of marvel's in love, some rueth
Not to be rude, even history to tell
Wealth is but a sigh of chastity, tongue to praise
The imagination of silence, that is fulfilled
By the resolute gift of life, where a soul has said
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7 Knocked Door`s Make 1 Heaven
7 Knocked Door`s Make 1 Heaven
