WINE AND GATES
Revisiting The Pied Piper With A Smile, Not A Wrath
Where the flower's bloom
By the artist of separation and visiting how
Soul to seek, succor to dream, well and in hour's to groom
Set by the redoubt of the road, we can see the vice of now...
Past the scowl of even and true, the might of dismay
To overwhelm a simple liberty done, in these shoes...
Honored above austere, the entourage of when to say
The climate of decision is for anon, the history of our dues
Does? even a child with a snotty nose will know...
The clash of light and stash of night, to simplify the tact
Made welling to the touch of avarice, the compelling feat of owe
Is for those that see the grace in a sensative world, with facts...
Comes the decency of day, will I order the ordeal of imagination?
Or is it a larger than life, opportunity to seize the instinct of dread...
Was my tomorrow's chaste, the beginning of when a soul can select sin's?
Well on our way, the laugh of commit and the surreal ability of silence lead...
Is a friend with need
The token of your appreciation is all that was ever asked for, seldom in check
But to the envisioned forces we know are, the language of redress and the oil of heed
Where have I been, what have I been doing? see the lift of your voice, and know sates to make...
By the artist of separation and visiting how
Soul to seek, succor to dream, well and in hour's to groom
Set by the redoubt of the road, we can see the vice of now...
Past the scowl of even and true, the might of dismay
To overwhelm a simple liberty done, in these shoes...
Honored above austere, the entourage of when to say
The climate of decision is for anon, the history of our dues
Does? even a child with a snotty nose will know...
The clash of light and stash of night, to simplify the tact
Made welling to the touch of avarice, the compelling feat of owe
Is for those that see the grace in a sensative world, with facts...
Comes the decency of day, will I order the ordeal of imagination?
Or is it a larger than life, opportunity to seize the instinct of dread...
Was my tomorrow's chaste, the beginning of when a soul can select sin's?
Well on our way, the laugh of commit and the surreal ability of silence lead...
Is a friend with need
The token of your appreciation is all that was ever asked for, seldom in check
But to the envisioned forces we know are, the language of redress and the oil of heed
Where have I been, what have I been doing? see the lift of your voice, and know sates to make...
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Revisiting The Pied Piper With A Smile, Not A Wrath
Revisiting The Pied Piper With A Smile, Not A Wrath