WINE AND GATES
Line's Of Sight And Now, Given Every Lip Eye's Sanity
Poor, old, tomorrow...?
In a running league
Peace and friend's to borrow
The brass of silent heed, in our love's reach
Callous and capable, the family of shrewdness
In a long march to water's unknown, the deem of a smile
We have created in the spill of chance, attest
Is our heart's address, the forth in our season, to accept's while?
The role of the neighbor's, so savvy for a same
Time with a presumed fury, if not collective worry...
In the name of shouldering the house of fear, in stir's of shame
We see the constant hope of your dance, with the devil, so earthy...
Tender lore and beckoning war, away
The tale of unity for a craft, of simplicity is a child of goals
Known to wish at the world's persuasion, of a liberty to say
The tradition of sulking and stipulation, for the asking decision, if irony holds
The idea is the save, of a new child to the house
Finally able to realize the gift of word's, we took for granted
Place's and pace's of virtue, we have seen, are but deed's of thou
Known this way and that, a solitude of redress that has the sense of a copious land...?
So what was the word, this child found so tantamount?
Wouldn't it, logic in the fore, and mete in a role of kindness that has seen the avail
Of compromise and similarity to a shadow, with its obvious eye's and naked dream's allowed
Before the sated parenting, that has the dread of unction for a somber toe, as if to set sail...
Upon a boat named love, held to far, the stoic roll of baring the news
That seldom is a rational heard, in the name of essences so claimed, so famed
By the court of deliverance to and from, the mores you show, will be friendship anew
The patience we stir, in callous ways, with a mouth saved for wishes you name with love's aim...
Light to right's renown, are we the difference of again versus the hope, to host
The legend and the myth of concisely then, a wholeness about the leverage of us
To simplify the coming's and going's of worth, truer natures of God-given most
That is a prophecy of thing's to come, for a sincerity in motion, to openly discuss...
In a running league
Peace and friend's to borrow
The brass of silent heed, in our love's reach
Callous and capable, the family of shrewdness
In a long march to water's unknown, the deem of a smile
We have created in the spill of chance, attest
Is our heart's address, the forth in our season, to accept's while?
The role of the neighbor's, so savvy for a same
Time with a presumed fury, if not collective worry...
In the name of shouldering the house of fear, in stir's of shame
We see the constant hope of your dance, with the devil, so earthy...
Tender lore and beckoning war, away
The tale of unity for a craft, of simplicity is a child of goals
Known to wish at the world's persuasion, of a liberty to say
The tradition of sulking and stipulation, for the asking decision, if irony holds
The idea is the save, of a new child to the house
Finally able to realize the gift of word's, we took for granted
Place's and pace's of virtue, we have seen, are but deed's of thou
Known this way and that, a solitude of redress that has the sense of a copious land...?
So what was the word, this child found so tantamount?
Wouldn't it, logic in the fore, and mete in a role of kindness that has seen the avail
Of compromise and similarity to a shadow, with its obvious eye's and naked dream's allowed
Before the sated parenting, that has the dread of unction for a somber toe, as if to set sail...
Upon a boat named love, held to far, the stoic roll of baring the news
That seldom is a rational heard, in the name of essences so claimed, so famed
By the court of deliverance to and from, the mores you show, will be friendship anew
The patience we stir, in callous ways, with a mouth saved for wishes you name with love's aim...
Light to right's renown, are we the difference of again versus the hope, to host
The legend and the myth of concisely then, a wholeness about the leverage of us
To simplify the coming's and going's of worth, truer natures of God-given most
That is a prophecy of thing's to come, for a sincerity in motion, to openly discuss...
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Line`s Of Sight And Now, Given Every Lip Eye`s Sanity
Line`s Of Sight And Now, Given Every Lip Eye`s Sanity
