WINE AND GATES
Penny Breathes In The Sweep Of Earthly Denial?
True to you...
The dread in a watery eye, sojourn
Amid the taken sincerity if frustration, could
Silly old me, the many in the can, of lifetime burn...
To have and to yearn, the promise in the cares
Of virtue to select the mere, in our few...
The till and the told, earning the brow of where...?
The times are a changing hour, satisfied by the sound of flowery dew...?
More flowers, if not the silence of curiosity in the aim
Of a land to overwhelm the brace and gird of integrity's efficiency...
That has an evinced name, the pout with a prayer, and a hell just the same...
Where are we now, when all of a cope, is our heed for a staid liberty freed?
Love you, says the humility we notice in a nearby city...?
Is a required vast and upset fortune, the measure of a new luck?
Taken to reach and the beneath of voice, well to do lividity
Sakes in the curse, of another family of stalwart, well, what the f---?
Here is yonder wish in the untidy well, to sit and smell the attire
Entirety, we have no patience, for a culling or jaded smile...
The similarity to youth's is too far to notice, the wind in the fires
Of human depravity, to call the wind a worm, is a craving for denial...
Of a circumcised mind, the place and utterance of foul live and let is...
To be a shared hand in the proverb before us, can a prayer in your direction...?
Make the news a pressure or a piss-ant, when all else is a readying who?
Who is, the dream of superiority for us, when aftermath's and being, molest's intuition?
You
And the since in the direction of the wind, worth one mind, one triumphing are
The till of yearning still, the caring worth the lucre of desperation, aloof
To the sitting of a naïve city, where have your children been, notice the fates of war...
The dread in a watery eye, sojourn
Amid the taken sincerity if frustration, could
Silly old me, the many in the can, of lifetime burn...
To have and to yearn, the promise in the cares
Of virtue to select the mere, in our few...
The till and the told, earning the brow of where...?
The times are a changing hour, satisfied by the sound of flowery dew...?
More flowers, if not the silence of curiosity in the aim
Of a land to overwhelm the brace and gird of integrity's efficiency...
That has an evinced name, the pout with a prayer, and a hell just the same...
Where are we now, when all of a cope, is our heed for a staid liberty freed?
Love you, says the humility we notice in a nearby city...?
Is a required vast and upset fortune, the measure of a new luck?
Taken to reach and the beneath of voice, well to do lividity
Sakes in the curse, of another family of stalwart, well, what the f---?
Here is yonder wish in the untidy well, to sit and smell the attire
Entirety, we have no patience, for a culling or jaded smile...
The similarity to youth's is too far to notice, the wind in the fires
Of human depravity, to call the wind a worm, is a craving for denial...
Of a circumcised mind, the place and utterance of foul live and let is...
To be a shared hand in the proverb before us, can a prayer in your direction...?
Make the news a pressure or a piss-ant, when all else is a readying who?
Who is, the dream of superiority for us, when aftermath's and being, molest's intuition?
You
And the since in the direction of the wind, worth one mind, one triumphing are
The till of yearning still, the caring worth the lucre of desperation, aloof
To the sitting of a naïve city, where have your children been, notice the fates of war...
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Penny Breathes In The Sweep Of Earthly Denial?
Penny Breathes In The Sweep Of Earthly Denial?