WINE AND GATES
See The Proper Fate In A Handful Of Salt...
Heed my warning, sent to a life with distress?
Simple liason, and marriage to embark, on a journey
Set in irony, so profound for a blossoming less
The waters of dissuasion are many, and love few to be...
Sense in our hands was so, well, revealing
Of a nature in kind, to serve the notion of conspiracy
That we tore the sun a shadow, without a curse in healing
Breath and distance, the flower's of assurance remind, we are a key...
Benign, the taste of uncertainty until we are a fruition to same the good
In another man, the imminancy of a whole to settle for us
The walking and the talking of unction, saved from the spoil of jude...?
Consciences without these, know only the bared age, to salvation thus
Moment's and many, the mass of curiosity becoming the spirit of purpose
Weal in a treasured reign, to see a light on the hill of guard and justice?
With but a wind in our mind, the toil of service to an ideal is to does...
What the reality of pain was to them, the might it took to know a voice for vice
Lie's, prejudice and death
Scared of its own shadow, but knowing the wealth of promise, to seek the known
In these shared hands comes the keep, we made for a longevity to begin, here a lead
Of new faces with a beauty to sake, the mentioned hour we know is a rationality to own
Told the tale in show and thought to play the whether of vice in cares?
Wouldn't the smile we are hiding, be the comment of needs we know are few and in the future?
Places and forces of neither, we have never seen, but for the condition of ilk and finess to air
Remember your p's and q's? with but peace quiet, typicality has become the lip's to cure...
Of worth in a voice so strong, that decency is begun here, but let with avarice in hold
The providence of commotion and fury to overwhelm the might's we serve, a liberty
The cope of a simple soul, with its myriad found and studious reply to relationship, so old
Is youth our victim, or is a year of belet deliverance, the host of a cunning humanity?
Simple liason, and marriage to embark, on a journey
Set in irony, so profound for a blossoming less
The waters of dissuasion are many, and love few to be...
Sense in our hands was so, well, revealing
Of a nature in kind, to serve the notion of conspiracy
That we tore the sun a shadow, without a curse in healing
Breath and distance, the flower's of assurance remind, we are a key...
Benign, the taste of uncertainty until we are a fruition to same the good
In another man, the imminancy of a whole to settle for us
The walking and the talking of unction, saved from the spoil of jude...?
Consciences without these, know only the bared age, to salvation thus
Moment's and many, the mass of curiosity becoming the spirit of purpose
Weal in a treasured reign, to see a light on the hill of guard and justice?
With but a wind in our mind, the toil of service to an ideal is to does...
What the reality of pain was to them, the might it took to know a voice for vice
Lie's, prejudice and death
Scared of its own shadow, but knowing the wealth of promise, to seek the known
In these shared hands comes the keep, we made for a longevity to begin, here a lead
Of new faces with a beauty to sake, the mentioned hour we know is a rationality to own
Told the tale in show and thought to play the whether of vice in cares?
Wouldn't the smile we are hiding, be the comment of needs we know are few and in the future?
Places and forces of neither, we have never seen, but for the condition of ilk and finess to air
Remember your p's and q's? with but peace quiet, typicality has become the lip's to cure...
Of worth in a voice so strong, that decency is begun here, but let with avarice in hold
The providence of commotion and fury to overwhelm the might's we serve, a liberty
The cope of a simple soul, with its myriad found and studious reply to relationship, so old
Is youth our victim, or is a year of belet deliverance, the host of a cunning humanity?
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See The Proper Fate In A Handful Of Salt...
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