WINE AND GATES
You Get The Penchence Plan, Or My ...
Yearning, effluence, penny for your earth...?
Baring the toes of simplicity, we care...?
We fair, the held image of universiality...?
Calling to winding roads, and pillow's of charisma, heired...?
Yours stir with the climbing hap...
Still to threads of dismay, we heard the confusion behind a tree...
Sacred and furor's of need, we found the clash of moment's, to laugh...
Tell to me, the story of Jesus and judgment to exact the courage in a creed?
Longevity in a carnal glance, at the smile of depression...
Sat to defend, the calm with a courageous endeavor none nor neglection...?
With the composure of alienation and the sinking feeling of lucre's intimation?
Sated with a memory in a hardened stare, at your eye's to reflect, imitation
A mirror's sanity, the vision of cessation worth the moment's kiss
Evidence to the contrary, and cursory influence's to wish, upon a nature seen
In the problem's of willingness to keep ourselves, at arm's length
Tight and measuring right's, the total of upheaval in heaven? try the hell I've been...
Tender asking the season of vice, to share perchance, the vested isn't?
In a relationship with accuracy, to deem the nose of you...
Is a hardy, lordly, and silence of the lam of ant's, in the sin
Of all and amet halve's of mercy in our reach for acquired passion, soon
Patience or prejudice?
And the death of yonder tooth fairy
Like a we're world, the vengeance of crying, for a new smile...?
That says the time, with a mummy scared and weary...
What did this make, Jack?
Are we seen or served, the toil of sunrises and hereafter, moon's of avarice?
Your first insurance salesman is a regular toe in the back?
And the seldom seen star of Bethlehem, that took your eyewwear for a ride...?
Who did this make, Jill?
Past decency and the might in a party of shared hostility or hospitality
Saved from the cold shoulder and wages of it, known for a simple...
Word with the imagination of other's, where stares of common and smitten villiany, eaches it
Baring the toes of simplicity, we care...?
We fair, the held image of universiality...?
Calling to winding roads, and pillow's of charisma, heired...?
Yours stir with the climbing hap...
Still to threads of dismay, we heard the confusion behind a tree...
Sacred and furor's of need, we found the clash of moment's, to laugh...
Tell to me, the story of Jesus and judgment to exact the courage in a creed?
Longevity in a carnal glance, at the smile of depression...
Sat to defend, the calm with a courageous endeavor none nor neglection...?
With the composure of alienation and the sinking feeling of lucre's intimation?
Sated with a memory in a hardened stare, at your eye's to reflect, imitation
A mirror's sanity, the vision of cessation worth the moment's kiss
Evidence to the contrary, and cursory influence's to wish, upon a nature seen
In the problem's of willingness to keep ourselves, at arm's length
Tight and measuring right's, the total of upheaval in heaven? try the hell I've been...
Tender asking the season of vice, to share perchance, the vested isn't?
In a relationship with accuracy, to deem the nose of you...
Is a hardy, lordly, and silence of the lam of ant's, in the sin
Of all and amet halve's of mercy in our reach for acquired passion, soon
Patience or prejudice?
And the death of yonder tooth fairy
Like a we're world, the vengeance of crying, for a new smile...?
That says the time, with a mummy scared and weary...
What did this make, Jack?
Are we seen or served, the toil of sunrises and hereafter, moon's of avarice?
Your first insurance salesman is a regular toe in the back?
And the seldom seen star of Bethlehem, that took your eyewwear for a ride...?
Who did this make, Jill?
Past decency and the might in a party of shared hostility or hospitality
Saved from the cold shoulder and wages of it, known for a simple...
Word with the imagination of other's, where stares of common and smitten villiany, eaches it
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You Get The Penchence Plan, Or My ...
You Get The Penchence Plan, Or My ...
