WINE AND GATES
Power's That Keep Us From More?
Why does love begin here?
Salt, in the first of many letter's to the calm
We took for granted, symmetry we heard
Take the aspire of sincerity to a friend, for forward...
Stain's of tear's, on the cheek of moment's
Worth the claim of guidance to finish the thought's of, another
Still world's in our heart, to show savagery one wrent
Presumption is our reward, given to other's for display and bother
Chaste, wondering the aloof guises, and taking the time
We are the biding host, to serve the majority
Kept with silence and the guardianship of need, so trying
The water's of fear in our sweaty palm's, the taste of uniqueness implore's, energy's...
To wish the day away, but the cult of kindness will see no king
Until the court of avarice is ours for keep's, the tact of indigancy
Come for all but the sire's of gullability and tasteless naieve
When to come, when to some, when to exact a life's expectancy?
Risen to the challenge?
Say your prayer's in a bared tongue for the rest of the world to hear
And you have seen nothing, but the scope of else, as a love can and win
The reach of sincerity given, to stay the tear's of more, which come to near...
Perhaps to say
The risks of image's in the durability of the mind
Saving us from the psyche went willing, to the pervasiveness of may
That has come for seldom sought, and wisdom might, just to know a liking sign...
Salt, in the first of many letter's to the calm
We took for granted, symmetry we heard
Take the aspire of sincerity to a friend, for forward...
Stain's of tear's, on the cheek of moment's
Worth the claim of guidance to finish the thought's of, another
Still world's in our heart, to show savagery one wrent
Presumption is our reward, given to other's for display and bother
Chaste, wondering the aloof guises, and taking the time
We are the biding host, to serve the majority
Kept with silence and the guardianship of need, so trying
The water's of fear in our sweaty palm's, the taste of uniqueness implore's, energy's...
To wish the day away, but the cult of kindness will see no king
Until the court of avarice is ours for keep's, the tact of indigancy
Come for all but the sire's of gullability and tasteless naieve
When to come, when to some, when to exact a life's expectancy?
Risen to the challenge?
Say your prayer's in a bared tongue for the rest of the world to hear
And you have seen nothing, but the scope of else, as a love can and win
The reach of sincerity given, to stay the tear's of more, which come to near...
Perhaps to say
The risks of image's in the durability of the mind
Saving us from the psyche went willing, to the pervasiveness of may
That has come for seldom sought, and wisdom might, just to know a liking sign...
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Power`s That Keep Us From More?
Power`s That Keep Us From More?
