WINE AND GATES
Anti - Christ? The Child That Never Slept,,,
Loft to an eye
Fallen through veracity and the scope of unction
Turned to silence, first's and our's to sigh, variety...
The taint of common lip's in the health, with sincerity's lover's
Toes and hope, hippocrates in motion
Told to same, the sense of usuality, we confirm...
Is more, than sex, a little pretty thing, worthing...?
The cares in a hand jude enough, to sate the ear's, we never earned...?
Time in the drink, time in the drink...
Candid enough for silence to mimic...?
The causes and the rancor of mercy isn't to our thinking...?
The skip of threshold's that save the world, from a legend of the psychotic...
Eye's that, have, drempt all if not dropped...
To the floor, for a sweetened weal, the take and the frame of reference
That care of careful lip's that know the sensitivity of abuse you are encountering, lowed
By the soul of the world anew, the rage of unity to save, our question came from inference...
Light reading, the soldiering of honor to flow and ebb
The taller the light, the more we sake the creation of share's, of curiosity, liberty...
Said for a comb, and its better whimsy, the toil of an antique bell, can we seem our own, let?
In hour's and the smile of a unique bless, tomorrow was the shadow of answered city's...?
Madness, and haven't we caught you on it, yet...?
Pouting halt's and the church of sate's with a remorse that hasn't, an effort...?
Taken for a lucid mind, we save you from the cessation in habit's, we just met...?
Look and see, the majority of an inert soul, have the capability of a waited sword...?
Shining dole's, yes, another home in the sour few...
To wish in an open court of freedom, tree's and flower's, kept by bared hint's
To the shoulder of urges found once mere, twice a place of yearning for means, due
For a scourge of weal's in our way, to the adding wind, we save from itself, the climbing sense
Now and neighbor's, the taint of nothing new, but the color of yet's eye's
Weary by the curse of steel, and the address of sonhood, taken to dimness for a clarity
Of a simple navel, in the stir of haven't and least's, of courage to save, sigh's
Of estranged force's, in your hand for burden, guarantee, and breath let, oh the civility...
Oh, the civility, of a star chaste field
Been the courage of wishes to wizen, if anywhere is ever to be
Left to it's device's, the calm of morrow's, with a body to yield
The cold shoulder of savagery, with an enemy in the house, with a bridge made from history...?
Fallen through veracity and the scope of unction
Turned to silence, first's and our's to sigh, variety...
The taint of common lip's in the health, with sincerity's lover's
Toes and hope, hippocrates in motion
Told to same, the sense of usuality, we confirm...
Is more, than sex, a little pretty thing, worthing...?
The cares in a hand jude enough, to sate the ear's, we never earned...?
Time in the drink, time in the drink...
Candid enough for silence to mimic...?
The causes and the rancor of mercy isn't to our thinking...?
The skip of threshold's that save the world, from a legend of the psychotic...
Eye's that, have, drempt all if not dropped...
To the floor, for a sweetened weal, the take and the frame of reference
That care of careful lip's that know the sensitivity of abuse you are encountering, lowed
By the soul of the world anew, the rage of unity to save, our question came from inference...
Light reading, the soldiering of honor to flow and ebb
The taller the light, the more we sake the creation of share's, of curiosity, liberty...
Said for a comb, and its better whimsy, the toil of an antique bell, can we seem our own, let?
In hour's and the smile of a unique bless, tomorrow was the shadow of answered city's...?
Madness, and haven't we caught you on it, yet...?
Pouting halt's and the church of sate's with a remorse that hasn't, an effort...?
Taken for a lucid mind, we save you from the cessation in habit's, we just met...?
Look and see, the majority of an inert soul, have the capability of a waited sword...?
Shining dole's, yes, another home in the sour few...
To wish in an open court of freedom, tree's and flower's, kept by bared hint's
To the shoulder of urges found once mere, twice a place of yearning for means, due
For a scourge of weal's in our way, to the adding wind, we save from itself, the climbing sense
Now and neighbor's, the taint of nothing new, but the color of yet's eye's
Weary by the curse of steel, and the address of sonhood, taken to dimness for a clarity
Of a simple navel, in the stir of haven't and least's, of courage to save, sigh's
Of estranged force's, in your hand for burden, guarantee, and breath let, oh the civility...
Oh, the civility, of a star chaste field
Been the courage of wishes to wizen, if anywhere is ever to be
Left to it's device's, the calm of morrow's, with a body to yield
The cold shoulder of savagery, with an enemy in the house, with a bridge made from history...?
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Anti - Christ? The Child That Never Slept,,,
Anti - Christ? The Child That Never Slept,,,