WINE AND GATES
Sat To Matter's At Hand, The Dole Of Suicide?
Can do, done either?
The taste of urges in the mind
To survive the quoting day, the fish and the liar...
Have a pride to their step, as if courage wild
Presence for patience, today we spirit
Upon a charity's and vanity of aplomb, the none
Anon the stars to finish their exacting lips, all of a herald in order, we whit
Is a similar house to the next, the coping just, won?
Life in the stir of thing's...?
The need to excel, the few to sweeten a tooth
Of justice and the marvel of unique, come again?
A wage to be earned in the future of senses so seemly, they truth...
Places and dates with the infancy of golden chances...
Taken to dreams of honor, the pace we accept for chastity to win
The fruition of the day, where one means, to an end and come again?
The tale of twin's in love, to search for a space to begin...
The truth, the mind over matter's so fond, of causing a ruckus
To remember the spire of decency we made, the cost of universality
Which to eaves of the knowing with, worth is the passion of comment, to thus
The speed of paces formed, for the question at hand, is avarice my seem?
Braces and focus of duty to charm, the moment of courage anew, to you
Upon the nature of twice found shadows, seemingly space or special, to do
The minority of calm, that has the vote to evince, the distinction of could
The baring of a noteworthy curse, to the nose of when we are fear, is it sin that will who?
Danger?
And the marveling gain of substantiation for one more lucre
To simplify even the notion of tawdry here and now, the tooth we wager
Is a reality of one step before the other, like yearning for season's of candor...
The taste of urges in the mind
To survive the quoting day, the fish and the liar...
Have a pride to their step, as if courage wild
Presence for patience, today we spirit
Upon a charity's and vanity of aplomb, the none
Anon the stars to finish their exacting lips, all of a herald in order, we whit
Is a similar house to the next, the coping just, won?
Life in the stir of thing's...?
The need to excel, the few to sweeten a tooth
Of justice and the marvel of unique, come again?
A wage to be earned in the future of senses so seemly, they truth...
Places and dates with the infancy of golden chances...
Taken to dreams of honor, the pace we accept for chastity to win
The fruition of the day, where one means, to an end and come again?
The tale of twin's in love, to search for a space to begin...
The truth, the mind over matter's so fond, of causing a ruckus
To remember the spire of decency we made, the cost of universality
Which to eaves of the knowing with, worth is the passion of comment, to thus
The speed of paces formed, for the question at hand, is avarice my seem?
Braces and focus of duty to charm, the moment of courage anew, to you
Upon the nature of twice found shadows, seemingly space or special, to do
The minority of calm, that has the vote to evince, the distinction of could
The baring of a noteworthy curse, to the nose of when we are fear, is it sin that will who?
Danger?
And the marveling gain of substantiation for one more lucre
To simplify even the notion of tawdry here and now, the tooth we wager
Is a reality of one step before the other, like yearning for season's of candor...
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Sat To Matter`s At Hand, The Dole Of Suicide?
Sat To Matter`s At Hand, The Dole Of Suicide?
