WINE AND GATES
Is Hell The Martian Flue, To Heaven With...?
Love in the marvelous ilk...?
Sounds of virtue, better seen by glue?
When we are, done, the role of vinegar and silk?
As shrewd as a tiger is, the moment is made for you...
Lucky bastard, luckier beauty
With a travail so enamored, the toes of resolution...
Have the distinct odor of winning the race, as in keep's
Of care to seldom a secret that goes, like this, tried imagination...
Few too many idea's in the reach...
For the sun and the moon, where a pace of fear
Is a fulfilled eye, that said the world to preach
The news of cope, for a title and a lucre come near, as we earn
The tooth of avarice so far away...
To tell a different story, about the mind of poised savior's...
Come wishes of voice, no spite but the torment of a day...
That came to this, the world is a league away from us, the choice of verve...
Presence and the psychosis of silence for the priveleged alone...
In the wilds for a sigh of demon's, taken with the vice we loaned?
Patience with no fairing, except the kiss of misery we note is, lovelier
By peace, love and understanding; but who the hell can afford the sky or its wounds?
They can...
Paradise and hell to survive the image of pain and prejudice, pining for precisely
A gorgeous soul, where one bitter blink, is worth more than all the gold in...
Fortitude, animosity and measures of patience anew, make vanity a soul with future's to pee...
Sounds of virtue, better seen by glue?
When we are, done, the role of vinegar and silk?
As shrewd as a tiger is, the moment is made for you...
Lucky bastard, luckier beauty
With a travail so enamored, the toes of resolution...
Have the distinct odor of winning the race, as in keep's
Of care to seldom a secret that goes, like this, tried imagination...
Few too many idea's in the reach...
For the sun and the moon, where a pace of fear
Is a fulfilled eye, that said the world to preach
The news of cope, for a title and a lucre come near, as we earn
The tooth of avarice so far away...
To tell a different story, about the mind of poised savior's...
Come wishes of voice, no spite but the torment of a day...
That came to this, the world is a league away from us, the choice of verve...
Presence and the psychosis of silence for the priveleged alone...
In the wilds for a sigh of demon's, taken with the vice we loaned?
Patience with no fairing, except the kiss of misery we note is, lovelier
By peace, love and understanding; but who the hell can afford the sky or its wounds?
They can...
Paradise and hell to survive the image of pain and prejudice, pining for precisely
A gorgeous soul, where one bitter blink, is worth more than all the gold in...
Fortitude, animosity and measures of patience anew, make vanity a soul with future's to pee...
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Is Hell The Martian Flue, To Heaven With...?
Is Hell The Martian Flue, To Heaven With...?
