WINE AND GATES
Destiny In Hell's Way, Etc. In The Can, Ok.?
Clock's, rock's and mocking sock's
Seemingly, somewhere between the cloud's
Savagery notices the call to unheard of ought
Till we are future city's in commotion, the right will be proud...?
Sanity to first's decency
The nose of guidance, to the shoulder's of wan
Stir with us the voice truer seen, by the cloak of history...
Where we have the could, forth anarchy in all vanity's
Vanity clears a voice, like the turn of disharmony into frustrated angel's?
With beauty to serve as a lore is, the waking of a single belittled eye...
Is remotely the savior of our cause, the ache of intimation for earthen sight, welling
Without the days hero's and empathy, some found in a clue, to the wishes of, why?
Wisdom to serve, another tradition of held mine's and thorough side's
Of war's we know can, take the world to the brink of love, for a rapture in yearning
Truer by the part, of simplicity in vye, if not seemingly told lip's of snide
Argued with time's poise, we have same, the pace of life, like a weal ever learning...
Ear's with time to burn?
Saved from the silence that is them, the heart of cope
Well served is the might of similarity, as if a soul to vicariously earn
The seriousness of courage's dream, let like light is, the reality of youth in love's, hope
Seemingly, somewhere between the cloud's
Savagery notices the call to unheard of ought
Till we are future city's in commotion, the right will be proud...?
Sanity to first's decency
The nose of guidance, to the shoulder's of wan
Stir with us the voice truer seen, by the cloak of history...
Where we have the could, forth anarchy in all vanity's
Vanity clears a voice, like the turn of disharmony into frustrated angel's?
With beauty to serve as a lore is, the waking of a single belittled eye...
Is remotely the savior of our cause, the ache of intimation for earthen sight, welling
Without the days hero's and empathy, some found in a clue, to the wishes of, why?
Wisdom to serve, another tradition of held mine's and thorough side's
Of war's we know can, take the world to the brink of love, for a rapture in yearning
Truer by the part, of simplicity in vye, if not seemingly told lip's of snide
Argued with time's poise, we have same, the pace of life, like a weal ever learning...
Ear's with time to burn?
Saved from the silence that is them, the heart of cope
Well served is the might of similarity, as if a soul to vicariously earn
The seriousness of courage's dream, let like light is, the reality of youth in love's, hope
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Destiny In Hell`s Way, Etc. In The Can, Ok.?
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