WINE AND GATES
Superstition Is Suggested, Worthier Life...
Play by benign, so callous a force
Thought beyond a guilt, is yours for a show
Simple lore to finish a diffuse comment, as if time is short
Ley upon a gall, the history of complexity we owe
Star's above, the taste of worth
Taken for a finish to glee, and the inherency of speed
Special live in a harbored sense to give, a requiem of earth
Known this way and that, the crave of honor to see
Dreams and habit are a seemly save, here
Old to hear, the service to an ideal
Whether sporting or whimsey premier
The lord of our way, is in order to hearts to steal
Haven't we seen the face, of injustice with a bit lip?
Biding it's time, to concern a liberty with the cost of eave's
Succor and provision to posit, the cares of many, to be a hippocrates
Looking among children for the same of inception found careless, as if a road to deceive?
Than why are we standing before a church?
Tell tale imagination and the sore eyes of existance won, for ide's and kind
To see the truth in a vague lip, if not the hands of condition or worse
With means to an end found only in heed, of heaven and its door's, to skill's sublime...
With but anything but the kiss of misbegiven days or unruly night's
The toe of understanding is a wage earned, before the fears of men and women
Saving the grace of urge and its worldly purge, of simplicity to claim right's
Ableness? Contrivance? Sourly hurried? the rise and fall of religion is the face of then
Done with oddity to serve, the mastery of cold shoulder's
Argued the misogyny of promise and the stir of uniqueness to the challenge of foretold love
Doesn't a half of composure see the common, and the reality of furies to seek, a time older
When, will sanctity take form, the crush of existance or the youth of prodigy, only us does...
Thought beyond a guilt, is yours for a show
Simple lore to finish a diffuse comment, as if time is short
Ley upon a gall, the history of complexity we owe
Star's above, the taste of worth
Taken for a finish to glee, and the inherency of speed
Special live in a harbored sense to give, a requiem of earth
Known this way and that, the crave of honor to see
Dreams and habit are a seemly save, here
Old to hear, the service to an ideal
Whether sporting or whimsey premier
The lord of our way, is in order to hearts to steal
Haven't we seen the face, of injustice with a bit lip?
Biding it's time, to concern a liberty with the cost of eave's
Succor and provision to posit, the cares of many, to be a hippocrates
Looking among children for the same of inception found careless, as if a road to deceive?
Than why are we standing before a church?
Tell tale imagination and the sore eyes of existance won, for ide's and kind
To see the truth in a vague lip, if not the hands of condition or worse
With means to an end found only in heed, of heaven and its door's, to skill's sublime...
With but anything but the kiss of misbegiven days or unruly night's
The toe of understanding is a wage earned, before the fears of men and women
Saving the grace of urge and its worldly purge, of simplicity to claim right's
Ableness? Contrivance? Sourly hurried? the rise and fall of religion is the face of then
Done with oddity to serve, the mastery of cold shoulder's
Argued the misogyny of promise and the stir of uniqueness to the challenge of foretold love
Doesn't a half of composure see the common, and the reality of furies to seek, a time older
When, will sanctity take form, the crush of existance or the youth of prodigy, only us does...
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Superstition Is Suggested, Worthier Life...
Superstition Is Suggested, Worthier Life...
