WINE AND GATES
Travel By Six Roads, And Seven Bridges...
So soul, so done
With a smile in the frankness of our accept
To while away the time, come and one
Of virtue explained, by the sound of our heart's and mind's let
Paradise on the tip of the tongue?
Sworn to deed's irregular, panic in a festooned light
Martyred homes worth the stare, no, the behalf among
Of consciences that see to the needs of curiosity, with might...
Concede the point?
When a stir of sharing the love, is a waking house with right's on its shoulder's?
Now is our covenant to seem, one step wilder by the gift's of notorious joy
Like the smile was for you and not me, a place of unison I know for each day bolder...
Shame is a walking nightmare here, the toil of shadows and their elan
If not certainty with a plum gut, to suppose the unearthed sense, is a raging storm
I walk and see, the runner's of sincere tomorrow, but nowhere is there a lip wronged
Except mine, like the truth was a cost above all, except the nose of a worm...
Merely the meagerness of your scope in the day's readdress to pride?
And the method of vehemence to an order of simplicity I keep safe for a hereafter
That is a soul in lower contempt, than I came to expect from snide
With each step until the end of the light, the madness becomes our chance at laughter
See the terror of common woes, become a shalling ebb and flow of duty so angry
That the commencement of happiness, is a shriveled husk of a demand, to wishes grand
I am the stone of avarice which you seek, the blinding lot of mete to seed the hungry
With a judgment of kind's, the stark nature of injustice to sever the way we can...
I know a bird, with simple eye's and handsome feet, that could keep the peace...
Silly names under it's tongue, and in it's breath, the love of intellect for a price among
That comes with the brides of care, and their eventual stare at the weapons we cease with
Look in your heart and your mind anew, Is God to serve the notion a soul, or is my cause a song?
Saved from the fire, the toe of inanity will confirm the obvious
I am the powers that be, with limit's in their eye's and a hair to sublime chance
The role of secret's and their history of hunger, will be everymans lucre for us
Tales of the damned? when even you know the count of honor among us, and the rage of amenity
With a smile in the frankness of our accept
To while away the time, come and one
Of virtue explained, by the sound of our heart's and mind's let
Paradise on the tip of the tongue?
Sworn to deed's irregular, panic in a festooned light
Martyred homes worth the stare, no, the behalf among
Of consciences that see to the needs of curiosity, with might...
Concede the point?
When a stir of sharing the love, is a waking house with right's on its shoulder's?
Now is our covenant to seem, one step wilder by the gift's of notorious joy
Like the smile was for you and not me, a place of unison I know for each day bolder...
Shame is a walking nightmare here, the toil of shadows and their elan
If not certainty with a plum gut, to suppose the unearthed sense, is a raging storm
I walk and see, the runner's of sincere tomorrow, but nowhere is there a lip wronged
Except mine, like the truth was a cost above all, except the nose of a worm...
Merely the meagerness of your scope in the day's readdress to pride?
And the method of vehemence to an order of simplicity I keep safe for a hereafter
That is a soul in lower contempt, than I came to expect from snide
With each step until the end of the light, the madness becomes our chance at laughter
See the terror of common woes, become a shalling ebb and flow of duty so angry
That the commencement of happiness, is a shriveled husk of a demand, to wishes grand
I am the stone of avarice which you seek, the blinding lot of mete to seed the hungry
With a judgment of kind's, the stark nature of injustice to sever the way we can...
I know a bird, with simple eye's and handsome feet, that could keep the peace...
Silly names under it's tongue, and in it's breath, the love of intellect for a price among
That comes with the brides of care, and their eventual stare at the weapons we cease with
Look in your heart and your mind anew, Is God to serve the notion a soul, or is my cause a song?
Saved from the fire, the toe of inanity will confirm the obvious
I am the powers that be, with limit's in their eye's and a hair to sublime chance
The role of secret's and their history of hunger, will be everymans lucre for us
Tales of the damned? when even you know the count of honor among us, and the rage of amenity
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Travel By Six Roads, And Seven Bridges...
Travel By Six Roads, And Seven Bridges...
