WINE AND GATES
Complete The Question Of Moreover Than Else...
Me?
Hence the isolation of preposed anarchy...
Succor with a rise and duty in austentatious we
The curve of your voice, is a ranging plea of a world's danger?
Look and see...
The toil of acrimonious and just, weal in the sight...
Of purposed renown, and a heart of use for melancholy
Is but a share of distance with a call, to so many right's
Compare a thumb for the vices of the universe
And a waiting house of reasons and the virtue inclined
Is to be ours, like a head for shoulder's, and shoulder's for earned
Limit's and decency of may, that come to these for succor so timed
Me...
Bent on adversity or the jest of uniqueness that makes us a role
Of vied harmony or the sighed forces we establish, key's
Of unity in the means of new voice, if not act's of ability sound, to a lucre as if old
Witness the rainbow of need's?
Same when added by the sincerity of oblivion we know, is a reach for animosity to take hold
By the count or the wisdom of heed, this is our hour, for when and seed's
Of completeness in more, to establish the focus of a brand new eye, that has the world's tale...
Hence the isolation of preposed anarchy...
Succor with a rise and duty in austentatious we
The curve of your voice, is a ranging plea of a world's danger?
Look and see...
The toil of acrimonious and just, weal in the sight...
Of purposed renown, and a heart of use for melancholy
Is but a share of distance with a call, to so many right's
Compare a thumb for the vices of the universe
And a waiting house of reasons and the virtue inclined
Is to be ours, like a head for shoulder's, and shoulder's for earned
Limit's and decency of may, that come to these for succor so timed
Me...
Bent on adversity or the jest of uniqueness that makes us a role
Of vied harmony or the sighed forces we establish, key's
Of unity in the means of new voice, if not act's of ability sound, to a lucre as if old
Witness the rainbow of need's?
Same when added by the sincerity of oblivion we know, is a reach for animosity to take hold
By the count or the wisdom of heed, this is our hour, for when and seed's
Of completeness in more, to establish the focus of a brand new eye, that has the world's tale...
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Complete The Question Of Moreover Than Else...
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