WINE AND GATES
Sated With Fever And Revenge, Rogue's Have Children
Being the starry shine, to fall
Have and the dependency of just, the rise of concern
To tell a tale of shade and treason, the place of all
Of a judgment of children, to ability in forms, of open yearning
Salient beginning, of a role to serve in the epitomy of some's
To care for a needy friend, in these ways we seek a letter
Of disconcerting heart's and made minds, to know the love of home's
Made from the silver lining of conscience, where since is open hatred
Here is a wondering cope, to see the sides of dismay and charms
Of due reasons, to know a fate in the hindrance of another's eye
Yearning with life to simplify the smile of unease, which has become a protest's storm
Habit in a communal stir, if not stink of redress that makes a body denie
Lies and passion for a corrupt, you...
Still the suggestion of commotion, to consider the promise of another let
Terror in the savagery of youth, is the place and time for the continue
Of severity to seem a bite before the echo of disdain, in which we are, the family set
Look like a prophet before the day's?
How dare you, see to the accused inferiority, of simplicity to form the words
Of cause and effect somber enough, to show the speed of edict and compunctive reason
Without the sense of the briefness of our faith in, you, to seek a fear first...
Then a prayer in a footstep second, worth the world looming at large
To season a bright mind with the levity of conscience, we know is
The tell tale and resolute offering of a demented mind, if not heart of spurilous are
Arse we or arse we not, the favor of sincerity in the voice of otherwise kept bliss?
Pain, and the undermining of dread to serve a deadly master
Here is the sound of prejudice, come from a belly of insoluble deeds and hours of remnancy
Of a decision of waiting accord, on our doorstep, to be laundered in our sin, matter's
Of cold shoulder's and and sour grape's sometime's know where to go, for an angel's history
Have and the dependency of just, the rise of concern
To tell a tale of shade and treason, the place of all
Of a judgment of children, to ability in forms, of open yearning
Salient beginning, of a role to serve in the epitomy of some's
To care for a needy friend, in these ways we seek a letter
Of disconcerting heart's and made minds, to know the love of home's
Made from the silver lining of conscience, where since is open hatred
Here is a wondering cope, to see the sides of dismay and charms
Of due reasons, to know a fate in the hindrance of another's eye
Yearning with life to simplify the smile of unease, which has become a protest's storm
Habit in a communal stir, if not stink of redress that makes a body denie
Lies and passion for a corrupt, you...
Still the suggestion of commotion, to consider the promise of another let
Terror in the savagery of youth, is the place and time for the continue
Of severity to seem a bite before the echo of disdain, in which we are, the family set
Look like a prophet before the day's?
How dare you, see to the accused inferiority, of simplicity to form the words
Of cause and effect somber enough, to show the speed of edict and compunctive reason
Without the sense of the briefness of our faith in, you, to seek a fear first...
Then a prayer in a footstep second, worth the world looming at large
To season a bright mind with the levity of conscience, we know is
The tell tale and resolute offering of a demented mind, if not heart of spurilous are
Arse we or arse we not, the favor of sincerity in the voice of otherwise kept bliss?
Pain, and the undermining of dread to serve a deadly master
Here is the sound of prejudice, come from a belly of insoluble deeds and hours of remnancy
Of a decision of waiting accord, on our doorstep, to be laundered in our sin, matter's
Of cold shoulder's and and sour grape's sometime's know where to go, for an angel's history
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Sated With Fever And Revenge, Rogue`s Have Children
Sated With Fever And Revenge, Rogue`s Have Children
