WINE AND GATES
Angel Does Share Angenue, "A Good Time's Anger"
Appropot...
Still heaven, with the hands you are given...
Measure if heart, the kind of worth, we begot...
Next to defend the clash, we will see your first to living...
Haste
The soul of unity to wear the cloth of urges
Sincerer to dread, fast to the neglect we fate, asking's...
The toe of simplicity where the rain said, further
Kindly, the kiss of aled here and know
Future noses and fury in space, to give a new, one, moving...
The risks of virtue in the sadness we display, dismay is our reward
Keeping the hell we found; for a lore, logic and loving
Seeds of vision, with all heed comes the more...
Saved with mercy in a clenched hand, pales of avarice
Sacred tooth, to survive the wishes we implore
Should an eye, seem one more heathen, will we stir with the lies?
Care and carnal wisdom, the truth in motion for the rest of silence, irony?
Are to for, the suicide at liberty, we knew for a creation in decision's...
So made, such proud, that the each in our soul, was a conscience with it to prove, amen
The tale of sigh's that come, to each their praise for done, as is a senses intrusion?
Where to care, and when to finish the lurid book...
Taken from our hands for not, the solution and the marriage of curiosity...
But the poignancy we know, is ours to keep for a guidance to the smile we forsook
Like tears, why even sake, the grains of time, with a family to seldom, the voice of virtuosity?
Can a new lease on life say the obvious?
Your house, your health, even hell of hope, is a word to the wishes we foretold
Are a craving forth salt and history, forward to irony to bless
The understanding of land, to question but the lip of children, is anger your whole...?
Dead to right's, risen in the who'th forthwith
Eschewed by sore deed's that collect the we'd, a season to attest to half, made
Accurate to height's of wishes that came, for a silence to understand bliss
The tongue of assurance in love, with more than fame, the reality of a tomorrow said...
Still heaven, with the hands you are given...
Measure if heart, the kind of worth, we begot...
Next to defend the clash, we will see your first to living...
Haste
The soul of unity to wear the cloth of urges
Sincerer to dread, fast to the neglect we fate, asking's...
The toe of simplicity where the rain said, further
Kindly, the kiss of aled here and know
Future noses and fury in space, to give a new, one, moving...
The risks of virtue in the sadness we display, dismay is our reward
Keeping the hell we found; for a lore, logic and loving
Seeds of vision, with all heed comes the more...
Saved with mercy in a clenched hand, pales of avarice
Sacred tooth, to survive the wishes we implore
Should an eye, seem one more heathen, will we stir with the lies?
Care and carnal wisdom, the truth in motion for the rest of silence, irony?
Are to for, the suicide at liberty, we knew for a creation in decision's...
So made, such proud, that the each in our soul, was a conscience with it to prove, amen
The tale of sigh's that come, to each their praise for done, as is a senses intrusion?
Where to care, and when to finish the lurid book...
Taken from our hands for not, the solution and the marriage of curiosity...
But the poignancy we know, is ours to keep for a guidance to the smile we forsook
Like tears, why even sake, the grains of time, with a family to seldom, the voice of virtuosity?
Can a new lease on life say the obvious?
Your house, your health, even hell of hope, is a word to the wishes we foretold
Are a craving forth salt and history, forward to irony to bless
The understanding of land, to question but the lip of children, is anger your whole...?
Dead to right's, risen in the who'th forthwith
Eschewed by sore deed's that collect the we'd, a season to attest to half, made
Accurate to height's of wishes that came, for a silence to understand bliss
The tongue of assurance in love, with more than fame, the reality of a tomorrow said...
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Angel Does Share Angenue, `A Good Time`s Anger`
Angel Does Share Angenue, `A Good Time`s Anger`
