WINE AND GATES
Penny And Dime, Laundry And Hyme
Prices of pride
Sat on the street, for a dismayed throng
Here to show the slice of life, that is so many lied
Protector's and the jest of heckler's with future's among
Pain, to the knowing weal
The searched eye's of history to describe the wishes
Of virtue in the same, the name of time to simplify, all accords go to hell
Breeds of sanity for the rest of days, to a worthier friend, the unction is...
So far, so good, the tale of uniqueness
To a wizened few, the reach of untimely finish and speed of retinue
Come to these, for the smile of uncertainty and here, god bless...
It will be a hell of a say'll, that will know the basis of should?
If not shoulder's of the sanity we adjust to a new light...
The calm and the bared and bitten book of unity for the praise of owing
Themselves in the scourge of hardy fates, with a pressure for the since, of a keeping might
We have the shared oils for a new, well, habitual length in the loving...?
So how much for the book?
Some will say the devil himself wrote, the talk of now with a baring lip
To sate the obvious, the season of yearning for a sense of beguiled lucre
That has the destination of youth's with none, but the savior of inanity on hip...
Paces and streets everywhere...
The truth in a vague shadow to serve another glare, the mind over many more
To simplify the knowledge of condition and the scare
Where we were the mine, of nations to seem a life before the silences they offered, for
A book on the solace we remind, is a saving grace with a tale to tell
The behaved shame, and the misuse of courage for a new friend, without which is a reign
Of still worthier kind, and the beginning of senses that came for the rest of hell
With a patience to devour, and a hindrance to secure, for the exaction of the fears of many
Washed and worth every penny you ever gave
The truth in a liberty to satisfy, even the disconcerted mind
Hark, and see the portrayal if not the prophecy of a convoluted time, without love
It is the only item left, that nobody wanted, except the family of sincerity, kinds...
Sat on the street, for a dismayed throng
Here to show the slice of life, that is so many lied
Protector's and the jest of heckler's with future's among
Pain, to the knowing weal
The searched eye's of history to describe the wishes
Of virtue in the same, the name of time to simplify, all accords go to hell
Breeds of sanity for the rest of days, to a worthier friend, the unction is...
So far, so good, the tale of uniqueness
To a wizened few, the reach of untimely finish and speed of retinue
Come to these, for the smile of uncertainty and here, god bless...
It will be a hell of a say'll, that will know the basis of should?
If not shoulder's of the sanity we adjust to a new light...
The calm and the bared and bitten book of unity for the praise of owing
Themselves in the scourge of hardy fates, with a pressure for the since, of a keeping might
We have the shared oils for a new, well, habitual length in the loving...?
So how much for the book?
Some will say the devil himself wrote, the talk of now with a baring lip
To sate the obvious, the season of yearning for a sense of beguiled lucre
That has the destination of youth's with none, but the savior of inanity on hip...
Paces and streets everywhere...
The truth in a vague shadow to serve another glare, the mind over many more
To simplify the knowledge of condition and the scare
Where we were the mine, of nations to seem a life before the silences they offered, for
A book on the solace we remind, is a saving grace with a tale to tell
The behaved shame, and the misuse of courage for a new friend, without which is a reign
Of still worthier kind, and the beginning of senses that came for the rest of hell
With a patience to devour, and a hindrance to secure, for the exaction of the fears of many
Washed and worth every penny you ever gave
The truth in a liberty to satisfy, even the disconcerted mind
Hark, and see the portrayal if not the prophecy of a convoluted time, without love
It is the only item left, that nobody wanted, except the family of sincerity, kinds...
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Penny And Dime, Laundry And Hyme
Penny And Dime, Laundry And Hyme