WINE AND GATES
Life To An Impression In The Life Of Art (Beautiful Daydream's)
Longevity, so survived...
Spaces of risen reason, taken to without
Times are a changing, speed of guidance...
Known to serve, the patience and the pleasures of vows
Serious silence, the ear of none
Tell us the story again, for a bared mind
Simple clashes and fashion after the sunrise wondering?
Aspect as crude as you want it? the moment we speak, we kind...
Shared mercy's, the toil of anger with a lambasted stir
Of rued forces, in the name of promises so refined
For a question to seek, the many ark's and fruit's of climates, we were
Sincere news to house, the creation of cares, brooding and the place of a sigh
Sacred history, told to have a seat
Think us the oddity of affirmation, the oil's of remorse
Are a lucid frame of reference, long before the lateness of meaning
Ancient more's and war so forlorn, that we say the future for risk's and forth, order
Salt so tender, to the nose of reason, fewer to side's, of your tomorrow's
Tamed anger, with the luck of persistance, the right to another force
Of shame, the tooth of courage in our way, and the realization of witnessed and harrowed...
Till we select our better selve's, energy to same the courage in our word's
Savior's of today, with no cloth to borrow...
As we try the misery of entourages and the coping hour to skill, the redress
Of wax and wane in our needs, is a turn with fear, to give the seen lover's
We now discuss in its entirety, a spectre of conscience's lucre, to seem a fate in bless?
Simple judgment of a needy friend
Where has the world been? when liberty is to correct itself for the wages of sin...
Moment to moment, and breath to breath, we see the utmost of the sun silence
By legend or myth, the courage of world's as a relationship with antipathy's kin...
Light or late, the fear was to continue, in the shadow of disdain, wayward...?
In the somber way we take note of an intuition to find, the arrears of mind's to sake, ache?
Meet is your responsibility, if a lank thought ever comes to prejudice for pain, harkening?
Even spite is one to observe, the commitment of instinct to outright take, martyrdom?
Spaces of risen reason, taken to without
Times are a changing, speed of guidance...
Known to serve, the patience and the pleasures of vows
Serious silence, the ear of none
Tell us the story again, for a bared mind
Simple clashes and fashion after the sunrise wondering?
Aspect as crude as you want it? the moment we speak, we kind...
Shared mercy's, the toil of anger with a lambasted stir
Of rued forces, in the name of promises so refined
For a question to seek, the many ark's and fruit's of climates, we were
Sincere news to house, the creation of cares, brooding and the place of a sigh
Sacred history, told to have a seat
Think us the oddity of affirmation, the oil's of remorse
Are a lucid frame of reference, long before the lateness of meaning
Ancient more's and war so forlorn, that we say the future for risk's and forth, order
Salt so tender, to the nose of reason, fewer to side's, of your tomorrow's
Tamed anger, with the luck of persistance, the right to another force
Of shame, the tooth of courage in our way, and the realization of witnessed and harrowed...
Till we select our better selve's, energy to same the courage in our word's
Savior's of today, with no cloth to borrow...
As we try the misery of entourages and the coping hour to skill, the redress
Of wax and wane in our needs, is a turn with fear, to give the seen lover's
We now discuss in its entirety, a spectre of conscience's lucre, to seem a fate in bless?
Simple judgment of a needy friend
Where has the world been? when liberty is to correct itself for the wages of sin...
Moment to moment, and breath to breath, we see the utmost of the sun silence
By legend or myth, the courage of world's as a relationship with antipathy's kin...
Light or late, the fear was to continue, in the shadow of disdain, wayward...?
In the somber way we take note of an intuition to find, the arrears of mind's to sake, ache?
Meet is your responsibility, if a lank thought ever comes to prejudice for pain, harkening?
Even spite is one to observe, the commitment of instinct to outright take, martyrdom?
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Life To An Impression In The Life Of Art (Beautiful Daydream`s)
Life To An Impression In The Life Of Art (Beautiful Daydream`s)
