WINE AND GATES
Patience In A Hat, With An Alarmed Man (Oblivion?)
Season of with, season of being
Been in the babble of unity to which
Is the coarse silence, to finish its seeming
Wealth in a canny stir, of a fine kettle of fish
Yawn, yawn
The image of guarantee, we select in our enamored fist
Come for the infallible, a new season of thought's to sigh, all so wrong
With a breath between us, the stare of unction is a future to list...
Angel's, the count of dreams to finish the anxiety of other's
Where a fight has been, the cache of stipulation we seek, the curse in how
The prayers of sullenness, somehow the soul of something greater than lover's
Water and hair, waiting for you, to simplify the taste of suicide to allow
Bloom's, of verily the our of a misery of the same flowers we always will know
Time with a bright mind with a space for continue, is this bitterness stranger?
The taste we expect, from a nature so fine, so keen on knowing the world to love
Is our insurrection of poise, the tryst of knives that seek wind's of danger?
Curiosity? to overwhelm the majesty of commonness, simple finger's to pace
The contrite voice of once sincere, than twice feared, food for thought, to beat
My head reels from the possibility's, if you love a charity worth the fate...
Here is a cautious man, to serve the needs of neglect, in the conscience to seat
Violent? try the names of silence that appear
Shades of gain, gray enough to survive the spoil of tenacity one more time
Care for a souling day, with no more news is good and nasty, who'se? the fear?
Of simple measure for sinister reach for a light, that has named you it's crime
Voice's, my friend, voice's
Still the adding of elementary science if not the silence of coping
With the frankness of youth's entourage of wages and ear's of friendship somehow sort's
Among the gaze of instant, and by decree separate futures that have a spite for your lowing
Carbon, never prays, except to know sates
Oxygen, does nothing but, and wishes you the adding does
Krypton, has hands that take meaning to fates
Einsteinium, is a spirit for spirit's smile, where is your love...
Here is the time, here is the days paper, made so fresh
In the intangibility of cold shoulder's, truer chastity is one to favor form
The savior of shame, somewhere so shy, for a lacking navel, is our best?
One to notice the tongue of depravity that just created hell, for the price of norms?
Teeth and tongue, ready to deserve the distance until the mind has its money
But is our benign of sense or the patience of sound?
Here the child of simplicity that never was, anything but the mirror and hungry honor's
Rage against the maddening crowd, in these guises and guidance, is a hallowed legend on time
Been in the babble of unity to which
Is the coarse silence, to finish its seeming
Wealth in a canny stir, of a fine kettle of fish
Yawn, yawn
The image of guarantee, we select in our enamored fist
Come for the infallible, a new season of thought's to sigh, all so wrong
With a breath between us, the stare of unction is a future to list...
Angel's, the count of dreams to finish the anxiety of other's
Where a fight has been, the cache of stipulation we seek, the curse in how
The prayers of sullenness, somehow the soul of something greater than lover's
Water and hair, waiting for you, to simplify the taste of suicide to allow
Bloom's, of verily the our of a misery of the same flowers we always will know
Time with a bright mind with a space for continue, is this bitterness stranger?
The taste we expect, from a nature so fine, so keen on knowing the world to love
Is our insurrection of poise, the tryst of knives that seek wind's of danger?
Curiosity? to overwhelm the majesty of commonness, simple finger's to pace
The contrite voice of once sincere, than twice feared, food for thought, to beat
My head reels from the possibility's, if you love a charity worth the fate...
Here is a cautious man, to serve the needs of neglect, in the conscience to seat
Violent? try the names of silence that appear
Shades of gain, gray enough to survive the spoil of tenacity one more time
Care for a souling day, with no more news is good and nasty, who'se? the fear?
Of simple measure for sinister reach for a light, that has named you it's crime
Voice's, my friend, voice's
Still the adding of elementary science if not the silence of coping
With the frankness of youth's entourage of wages and ear's of friendship somehow sort's
Among the gaze of instant, and by decree separate futures that have a spite for your lowing
Carbon, never prays, except to know sates
Oxygen, does nothing but, and wishes you the adding does
Krypton, has hands that take meaning to fates
Einsteinium, is a spirit for spirit's smile, where is your love...
Here is the time, here is the days paper, made so fresh
In the intangibility of cold shoulder's, truer chastity is one to favor form
The savior of shame, somewhere so shy, for a lacking navel, is our best?
One to notice the tongue of depravity that just created hell, for the price of norms?
Teeth and tongue, ready to deserve the distance until the mind has its money
But is our benign of sense or the patience of sound?
Here the child of simplicity that never was, anything but the mirror and hungry honor's
Rage against the maddening crowd, in these guises and guidance, is a hallowed legend on time
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Patience In A Hat, With An Alarmed Man (Oblivion?)
Patience In A Hat, With An Alarmed Man (Oblivion?)