WINE AND GATES
Passed Heaven, Tomorrow And Sorrow (Assassin's Asking?)
Angel's in the live
Know two seasons without us?
The role of senses that are here, to give
The moment's of you, the mercy in a conscience...
Another lip, another side
Of shalling the shadow's?
To question the myriad fury's, that made us a shied
Angry and fallen chaste, taken with the presence of knowing...
Time in its same and duress, the terror of uniqueness
To the tendered eye's of an enemy, that has no pace
Of risen impression or the artiface of kindness
Sat in the world to see, the mind of love come to play...
Bold urges and the wealth of unity, a hardship in foreign sight
That knew the tout of clarity as a world has it's peace's...
In the score unheard of hour's of it, come again and without the lies?
Of simply laid form to the sheer delight of knowing the world cease's...
To sin, with the hands of other's?
And a herald of guidance and mortification of yearning, in the skip of here
The wake of unction and the marriage of dissuasion, is a beauty above any lover
The silence of courage to count, the cheek of sincerity with the ordeal of fear...
White enough stars, dark enough space, to trust a friendship
Of consideration in the smile of ought, even overt enough to liberate the can't
Of cope in our heart, once more the shame to see to the oddity of it
When a soul has no place for security in fate's fashion, the world is but a child to want...
Know two seasons without us?
The role of senses that are here, to give
The moment's of you, the mercy in a conscience...
Another lip, another side
Of shalling the shadow's?
To question the myriad fury's, that made us a shied
Angry and fallen chaste, taken with the presence of knowing...
Time in its same and duress, the terror of uniqueness
To the tendered eye's of an enemy, that has no pace
Of risen impression or the artiface of kindness
Sat in the world to see, the mind of love come to play...
Bold urges and the wealth of unity, a hardship in foreign sight
That knew the tout of clarity as a world has it's peace's...
In the score unheard of hour's of it, come again and without the lies?
Of simply laid form to the sheer delight of knowing the world cease's...
To sin, with the hands of other's?
And a herald of guidance and mortification of yearning, in the skip of here
The wake of unction and the marriage of dissuasion, is a beauty above any lover
The silence of courage to count, the cheek of sincerity with the ordeal of fear...
White enough stars, dark enough space, to trust a friendship
Of consideration in the smile of ought, even overt enough to liberate the can't
Of cope in our heart, once more the shame to see to the oddity of it
When a soul has no place for security in fate's fashion, the world is but a child to want...
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Passed Heaven, Tomorrow And Sorrow (Assassin`s Asking?)
Passed Heaven, Tomorrow And Sorrow (Assassin`s Asking?)
