WINE AND GATES
Truth Hurt's, Especially When You Win The Race?
Psychic excuses?
In fabric adding seem, and the charity of lead, summer's
Of virtue claimed for honor, the still of when the world enthuses
At a roll of simplicity, sublime enough to acquire a coin, where
Fluency in the language of outright love, in marvel's we see the decisive can
Of older voice's, from the reign of somber attention and heraldry vain
So timid, by the relationship of vice, the caring hour for the reach of man
To wear the silence like a guarantee, asking but the fragrance of same...
Shared with you, the spire of dismay
The clash of unity in an adverse soundness, of clamor and the gift of and
The still threshold of legend in fright, to survive the proverbial inane
Of succor and vote, of signatures of elan, that know the prayer's of also ran...
Lot's of word's, and a future for me
Lustre of heard, and a furious me
Love of gird's, and a few as me
Luck of worth's, and a foot ailing me
So did it win the race?
Found with our smile, is the time a reckoning champion?
Spare to fair in the open, and the will's of garnering a prize, in what say's?
The tale of an open door closed, to see, or one opened for a deed's composure, of lucre's winds?
Meet the neighbor's, still thriving in the shadow of you...
Promised or pronounced a league of dance and hope's eternal deem
The silence of our senses behalf, is a wall to unique heed, that has looked and known
A figure of similarity in the refrain of essence's, to but watch the world remember
A salty history with it to prove?
The moment's until we are of a mind in unison, or judged the world apart
From the season of curiosity that comes, to these for a new our of youth...
Space for you and me, the tale of an anniversary of decency in tone, for a beloved wart...?
Tool's in the rise and fall of the world, to live in the besmitten heaven...
Of urges without the moment of conscience in the stare of an other wise known, finish
To the names of behavior in the stir of shame, that have seen the right to a living
Without a means to an endeavor if is, the coming hell in our way, with a lord of sin's, kiss...
In fabric adding seem, and the charity of lead, summer's
Of virtue claimed for honor, the still of when the world enthuses
At a roll of simplicity, sublime enough to acquire a coin, where
Fluency in the language of outright love, in marvel's we see the decisive can
Of older voice's, from the reign of somber attention and heraldry vain
So timid, by the relationship of vice, the caring hour for the reach of man
To wear the silence like a guarantee, asking but the fragrance of same...
Shared with you, the spire of dismay
The clash of unity in an adverse soundness, of clamor and the gift of and
The still threshold of legend in fright, to survive the proverbial inane
Of succor and vote, of signatures of elan, that know the prayer's of also ran...
Lot's of word's, and a future for me
Lustre of heard, and a furious me
Love of gird's, and a few as me
Luck of worth's, and a foot ailing me
So did it win the race?
Found with our smile, is the time a reckoning champion?
Spare to fair in the open, and the will's of garnering a prize, in what say's?
The tale of an open door closed, to see, or one opened for a deed's composure, of lucre's winds?
Meet the neighbor's, still thriving in the shadow of you...
Promised or pronounced a league of dance and hope's eternal deem
The silence of our senses behalf, is a wall to unique heed, that has looked and known
A figure of similarity in the refrain of essence's, to but watch the world remember
A salty history with it to prove?
The moment's until we are of a mind in unison, or judged the world apart
From the season of curiosity that comes, to these for a new our of youth...
Space for you and me, the tale of an anniversary of decency in tone, for a beloved wart...?
Tool's in the rise and fall of the world, to live in the besmitten heaven...
Of urges without the moment of conscience in the stare of an other wise known, finish
To the names of behavior in the stir of shame, that have seen the right to a living
Without a means to an endeavor if is, the coming hell in our way, with a lord of sin's, kiss...
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Truth Hurt`s, Especially When You Win The Race?
Truth Hurt`s, Especially When You Win The Race?
