WINE AND GATES
What Has Happened Here, To Save The Hour Of Fear?
Never more than anxiety...?
Still born to distances of guidance
The laugh of enemy's in the sass of friends...
Chances and insolence to worship me, the pining of anarchy ahead?
Spires of innermost feelings, for a language come twice romance
And anywhere once, the turn of a head, to innuendo
The commit to know, the poise of separation for us, lands
Callous to themselves, the world - where I have been a stark owe?
Penny's and half a sincerity for the rest of redress
To confirm the irony I make, in the name of father's and the liberty
The origin's of guile damned, to seek a new aspire, to each his witness
Towards the remembered answer we have, the ends of an unwarranted city
Angel's of worth, in the mind of simplicity, come to finish essences?
Toll's of indecision's bell, for the rage of uniqueness that is our misery?
Where to ancient houses in love with everything about you, the blessing of chastity?
Soul's of torment and the relenting rain to sense the alarm of me, a dead artistry?
Pain, stead and avarice
The walls of consuming the news, have become my strength, if not my saving
The lapse of reason, into a briefer life, than supposed for solace and vice
The pride of dissuasion if not dismay, at a hatred in the mine, worth having?
Hell to pay, and heaven to burn
The image of curiosity to fend for a lip of truth, in the shadows of disdain
Come the certainty of worlds in love, with it to earn
The more I seek the charisma of affluence, the greater the alarm of other's, same
Where? and a merciful moment with the stare
Of anger to serve the next of kindred, to the norms we seek to establish
In the miles until a finished thought is never more than a rape of wisdom's heir's
Care for a stone of confusion more than a heart itself? see the distances make a wish...
Earthen stares revisited, the toll of an evil smile...
Done to each their hap to own, the Christ of semblances with one vision, one sense
For the call of heroism saved, found in the belly of disease and the callous duty, to while
Happy? Seldom? Whetherable? Blind? in the hands of fury, I dream the body to just begin...
Lucky silence
Made from my country and the excuse of savagery I know
Persons to defend, with the lore it took, to name a future for risen justice
Come for my senses, to know a heart with no place to go, but to the tradition I woe...
Still born to distances of guidance
The laugh of enemy's in the sass of friends...
Chances and insolence to worship me, the pining of anarchy ahead?
Spires of innermost feelings, for a language come twice romance
And anywhere once, the turn of a head, to innuendo
The commit to know, the poise of separation for us, lands
Callous to themselves, the world - where I have been a stark owe?
Penny's and half a sincerity for the rest of redress
To confirm the irony I make, in the name of father's and the liberty
The origin's of guile damned, to seek a new aspire, to each his witness
Towards the remembered answer we have, the ends of an unwarranted city
Angel's of worth, in the mind of simplicity, come to finish essences?
Toll's of indecision's bell, for the rage of uniqueness that is our misery?
Where to ancient houses in love with everything about you, the blessing of chastity?
Soul's of torment and the relenting rain to sense the alarm of me, a dead artistry?
Pain, stead and avarice
The walls of consuming the news, have become my strength, if not my saving
The lapse of reason, into a briefer life, than supposed for solace and vice
The pride of dissuasion if not dismay, at a hatred in the mine, worth having?
Hell to pay, and heaven to burn
The image of curiosity to fend for a lip of truth, in the shadows of disdain
Come the certainty of worlds in love, with it to earn
The more I seek the charisma of affluence, the greater the alarm of other's, same
Where? and a merciful moment with the stare
Of anger to serve the next of kindred, to the norms we seek to establish
In the miles until a finished thought is never more than a rape of wisdom's heir's
Care for a stone of confusion more than a heart itself? see the distances make a wish...
Earthen stares revisited, the toll of an evil smile...
Done to each their hap to own, the Christ of semblances with one vision, one sense
For the call of heroism saved, found in the belly of disease and the callous duty, to while
Happy? Seldom? Whetherable? Blind? in the hands of fury, I dream the body to just begin...
Lucky silence
Made from my country and the excuse of savagery I know
Persons to defend, with the lore it took, to name a future for risen justice
Come for my senses, to know a heart with no place to go, but to the tradition I woe...
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What Has Happened Here, To Save The Hour Of Fear?
What Has Happened Here, To Save The Hour Of Fear?