WINE AND GATES
Prescience In Favor, Presence In Flavor, Presents In Flambouyancy
Purpose under heaven...
Sour rapport with a dream in the snow...
Luck of the dread, we foretell for vicinity...
Arduous life in the name of hell, worth your Moses...
Spirit, special, sparseness, spite...?
The angel we see, is clothed in speech
Taken for a realm of onus and history in the making, right
Time, is a walking house, confusion is a wish to heed?
Care in the knock of the wind, one day
On a house so named, bad hour's...
With common doles and lams to seek a severe mayhem
Few by sharing the reason, of suppose and hold, with spring shower's...
Care in the knock of the wind, one night
On a house so named, had bounty...
Perception and fueled contention, that came by sight
Of a life in the throes of spoken initiative, to welcome a poorer immodesty?
Pride seems to have the condition of angst's frost to its more
Sin cares for vanity in visiting water's, to eschew a reach for atone, of a rational of neglect
Adultery shares the needs of complexity, like the nightmare of savagery, to relinquish as war
Death witnesses the voice of you, as a jealousy foretold by the indecency of mind's, to affect
If an archery was your fame, what does that name have to do with an uncle and his, misfortune?
Try it, the voice you are hearing, is a relationship with the right to surmise the notion
Of courage and harmony in leagues poise, to serve a frailty to the wind, for a hap come too soon
With but the eyed house of distant feeling becoming the risks of a rude dilemma, we kept aloof
So what good is anarchy's?
Pass the table of devotion with a none, and you see the might of an insect
Presumed the invigoration of example, if a waiting star is to be the kiss of a phantom freedom
And you do have an egg in the mire, of politic's of sense and the clarity it took, to suspect...
Sour rapport with a dream in the snow...
Luck of the dread, we foretell for vicinity...
Arduous life in the name of hell, worth your Moses...
Spirit, special, sparseness, spite...?
The angel we see, is clothed in speech
Taken for a realm of onus and history in the making, right
Time, is a walking house, confusion is a wish to heed?
Care in the knock of the wind, one day
On a house so named, bad hour's...
With common doles and lams to seek a severe mayhem
Few by sharing the reason, of suppose and hold, with spring shower's...
Care in the knock of the wind, one night
On a house so named, had bounty...
Perception and fueled contention, that came by sight
Of a life in the throes of spoken initiative, to welcome a poorer immodesty?
Pride seems to have the condition of angst's frost to its more
Sin cares for vanity in visiting water's, to eschew a reach for atone, of a rational of neglect
Adultery shares the needs of complexity, like the nightmare of savagery, to relinquish as war
Death witnesses the voice of you, as a jealousy foretold by the indecency of mind's, to affect
If an archery was your fame, what does that name have to do with an uncle and his, misfortune?
Try it, the voice you are hearing, is a relationship with the right to surmise the notion
Of courage and harmony in leagues poise, to serve a frailty to the wind, for a hap come too soon
With but the eyed house of distant feeling becoming the risks of a rude dilemma, we kept aloof
So what good is anarchy's?
Pass the table of devotion with a none, and you see the might of an insect
Presumed the invigoration of example, if a waiting star is to be the kiss of a phantom freedom
And you do have an egg in the mire, of politic's of sense and the clarity it took, to suspect...
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Prescience In Favor, Presence In Flavor, Presents In Flambouyancy
Prescience In Favor, Presence In Flavor, Presents In Flambouyancy
