WINE AND GATES
Poor Salt, Purity Same, Paces Sane (Christianity...)
Clay isn't
Persistence's teeth to remember...
Toward the silence, we form wisdom
Like a reigning force, worth forces to sigh, whenever
Wind's are
The tale of charisma, to take the form
Of sense and hap, in the distance to light and star's
Set first in our heart's, where many more than that came, normed
Fire doesn't
The enticed head, of superiority to stake a claim
Per similarity to a guile and its anger, hovering
Legend would with a patience, without passion to seek a new name
Nature shouldn't
Life to the notion of more, to seem but one step forward
Callous aggression to tell a story, of our must and needs of neglect, ought
Worth your semblance in heed, as if a heaven found so hard...
Hell used
The works of pride and tawdry behest as if a shine of misery
Was ever moment more, to keep a single lucre of beckoning youth
Reason me a hurried liberty, to understand love in history...
Heaven wasn't
Taken from the hands of meagerness, to be given back with all
The tarry of survival and its dreams of sincerity, now are more than destiny ever was
Focus your eye, on the life of me, where only the bared soul of evil...
Earth soon's
Life to realize the least, for a since and amend's of begin
To satisfy but the cold memory of a God come once, and then in your love, look's
Upon the kindness gave, that is a waiting home for any, who would love too, even sin...
Persistence's teeth to remember...
Toward the silence, we form wisdom
Like a reigning force, worth forces to sigh, whenever
Wind's are
The tale of charisma, to take the form
Of sense and hap, in the distance to light and star's
Set first in our heart's, where many more than that came, normed
Fire doesn't
The enticed head, of superiority to stake a claim
Per similarity to a guile and its anger, hovering
Legend would with a patience, without passion to seek a new name
Nature shouldn't
Life to the notion of more, to seem but one step forward
Callous aggression to tell a story, of our must and needs of neglect, ought
Worth your semblance in heed, as if a heaven found so hard...
Hell used
The works of pride and tawdry behest as if a shine of misery
Was ever moment more, to keep a single lucre of beckoning youth
Reason me a hurried liberty, to understand love in history...
Heaven wasn't
Taken from the hands of meagerness, to be given back with all
The tarry of survival and its dreams of sincerity, now are more than destiny ever was
Focus your eye, on the life of me, where only the bared soul of evil...
Earth soon's
Life to realize the least, for a since and amend's of begin
To satisfy but the cold memory of a God come once, and then in your love, look's
Upon the kindness gave, that is a waiting home for any, who would love too, even sin...
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Poor Salt, Purity Same, Paces Sane (Christianity...)
Poor Salt, Purity Same, Paces Sane (Christianity...)
