WINE AND GATES
Soup Fork, Salad Knife, Butter Spoon (Tyranny Explained...)
Creation in fulfillment
Sour accord, to defend the ruley day
Giant appetite's and the thine of sickness, prevent
Edges of realism to the fore, of a common presence of pain...?
Embarrassment's shadow?
Likewise and fortune's of callous voice
To keep a shared insult, seen twain in the avarice of peace's row
Can we delve to the dark, when silence has made it's convinced choice?
Vast, the name of difference to quietly come
Tooth and bared running in the more, to sweeten an ideal
Of virtue to serve us, the cold shoulder of love in its wanton roam?
Began, but with a star of underwhelming finish, where the vice's we weal...
More money, than we know how to spend?
So frank, the dearness of dream's in the spin of the world...
Able to seek, the coarse limit in our smiles, corner's of a road to wend
Among the tree's and tradition of idle laughter, once made, forever a gift of earth?
Sound anymore, like sin?
So does the spy in your smarter than average half of yawns included
The rise and fall of an entourage of peace's hindrance, made from the hands of guile lent
To know a breath in service to images and overtures of becoming love, that is risk exude...
Happy to eat shade? or is that the knock of vengeance's door?
Where till is mine, and frustration is yours, the tool's of realism's advancement
Gone except the problem's of bandages, where to seek many is a vexation in sides of odor
Like tomorrow is a ridden chance? when you have the soldiering of should, the ornory relent?
See the walking dream of passion make the past, a notion to serve the bread of religion
Come from the silence agog, for the savior's of indiscriminate lead...
We have the heart of vouched forth and worth, to deliver the childhood of imitation...?
Happy to save, confusion of instinct for right's of another, what if blessing is yours ahead?
Patient old salvation in the heard, work of earnest courage
So saved by the needs of committal to other's, that some say the hedonism of west's
Of valor in the eaves of yonder heat, we keep in the family, of service and place
For a stare that demands of us, the throes of anger, to be a brief encounter with behest's...
Toe? as if a missing relative is ever anything more?
Woe in the aspire of contigency, a knee with marvel's for you, to overwhelm the pain?
With antiquity in searched for fruition made, for the rest of gullability before war?
Is my name so muddy, so rude, that I don't know the shoe, simple and plain?
Themes rise and flowered despise, do so many unity's in the grace we have, is our home beauty?
Briefness in mere, the sinking feeling of common dread, with but a song, is ask did if hate?
Have to wish in the mar, of semblance to refute the norm's, will a curse confirm meager duty?
Deliverance in the knowing we serve, a relationship with declination the toward or sate's fate?
Sour accord, to defend the ruley day
Giant appetite's and the thine of sickness, prevent
Edges of realism to the fore, of a common presence of pain...?
Embarrassment's shadow?
Likewise and fortune's of callous voice
To keep a shared insult, seen twain in the avarice of peace's row
Can we delve to the dark, when silence has made it's convinced choice?
Vast, the name of difference to quietly come
Tooth and bared running in the more, to sweeten an ideal
Of virtue to serve us, the cold shoulder of love in its wanton roam?
Began, but with a star of underwhelming finish, where the vice's we weal...
More money, than we know how to spend?
So frank, the dearness of dream's in the spin of the world...
Able to seek, the coarse limit in our smiles, corner's of a road to wend
Among the tree's and tradition of idle laughter, once made, forever a gift of earth?
Sound anymore, like sin?
So does the spy in your smarter than average half of yawns included
The rise and fall of an entourage of peace's hindrance, made from the hands of guile lent
To know a breath in service to images and overtures of becoming love, that is risk exude...
Happy to eat shade? or is that the knock of vengeance's door?
Where till is mine, and frustration is yours, the tool's of realism's advancement
Gone except the problem's of bandages, where to seek many is a vexation in sides of odor
Like tomorrow is a ridden chance? when you have the soldiering of should, the ornory relent?
See the walking dream of passion make the past, a notion to serve the bread of religion
Come from the silence agog, for the savior's of indiscriminate lead...
We have the heart of vouched forth and worth, to deliver the childhood of imitation...?
Happy to save, confusion of instinct for right's of another, what if blessing is yours ahead?
Patient old salvation in the heard, work of earnest courage
So saved by the needs of committal to other's, that some say the hedonism of west's
Of valor in the eaves of yonder heat, we keep in the family, of service and place
For a stare that demands of us, the throes of anger, to be a brief encounter with behest's...
Toe? as if a missing relative is ever anything more?
Woe in the aspire of contigency, a knee with marvel's for you, to overwhelm the pain?
With antiquity in searched for fruition made, for the rest of gullability before war?
Is my name so muddy, so rude, that I don't know the shoe, simple and plain?
Themes rise and flowered despise, do so many unity's in the grace we have, is our home beauty?
Briefness in mere, the sinking feeling of common dread, with but a song, is ask did if hate?
Have to wish in the mar, of semblance to refute the norm's, will a curse confirm meager duty?
Deliverance in the knowing we serve, a relationship with declination the toward or sate's fate?
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Soup Fork, Salad Knife, Butter Spoon (Tyranny Explained...)
Soup Fork, Salad Knife, Butter Spoon (Tyranny Explained...)