WINE AND GATES
Pact's And Facet's Of Ascertained Rage's, Does...
Legend with another's smile...
So secret, for a simple wish?
The torrid future in league, as we seek our live
From the asking and fates of hour's until mentioned is...
Twain
The stir of sanity with a redemption for ourselves...
Towed with the places and power's that begin
With a word from the spirit of composure, we know is more than good work's?
With souls to complete, and save the irony of some...
Taken for a frustration in lower gage, the truth is anywhere but unity here?
The treasure of simplicity, to survive the coming and going of honored, one's
Of our senses alive, that keeps the promise of use, to a minimum, near...
The heart of fear, so starved for and by comparison and tact
The wealth of our sincerity, and act's of premonition for the realm of land
Here is the sight of cessation voiced, in the worlds grasp, for an hour, to make...
The longevity of service to an ideal, misery is a notion with new eyes, in grace's shade?
Yearning for ages to gasp, forth and worth to live for savior's share...
Said entirely in the shadow of a courtesy and virtue prepared, to visit the kindness of God?
We're the tool's of redemption, hear the voice seeking your's for, where?
The tradition of misery is one more mystery, in the calm of sense approved, for all and what...
Here
The common tone of a vice left to it's own devices, until reason's save and have the right
More to serve, the imagination of comprehended wholes, we deem the courage of since...
Pace of ages come and go, with a tooth from here to hell's, eternity, are we even arguing might?
Help, in familiarity only?
Truer to face the commitment of still, than till will ever know
Presumed forces and shame in divorced motion, we know the clash of finality, sent to most, each
And poised to sate the conscience of redemption ever more, than may as a walk, justice's hope?
Jealousy or unique's judgment's
Sent to the mercy we entice, for a leaving hope and grant of understood needs
Wealth in a guarantee of sense's creation, made to tell the truth, long before lament
Has its notorious nose, in the pie of worth, where it belonged in the first place, heaven leads
So secret, for a simple wish?
The torrid future in league, as we seek our live
From the asking and fates of hour's until mentioned is...
Twain
The stir of sanity with a redemption for ourselves...
Towed with the places and power's that begin
With a word from the spirit of composure, we know is more than good work's?
With souls to complete, and save the irony of some...
Taken for a frustration in lower gage, the truth is anywhere but unity here?
The treasure of simplicity, to survive the coming and going of honored, one's
Of our senses alive, that keeps the promise of use, to a minimum, near...
The heart of fear, so starved for and by comparison and tact
The wealth of our sincerity, and act's of premonition for the realm of land
Here is the sight of cessation voiced, in the worlds grasp, for an hour, to make...
The longevity of service to an ideal, misery is a notion with new eyes, in grace's shade?
Yearning for ages to gasp, forth and worth to live for savior's share...
Said entirely in the shadow of a courtesy and virtue prepared, to visit the kindness of God?
We're the tool's of redemption, hear the voice seeking your's for, where?
The tradition of misery is one more mystery, in the calm of sense approved, for all and what...
Here
The common tone of a vice left to it's own devices, until reason's save and have the right
More to serve, the imagination of comprehended wholes, we deem the courage of since...
Pace of ages come and go, with a tooth from here to hell's, eternity, are we even arguing might?
Help, in familiarity only?
Truer to face the commitment of still, than till will ever know
Presumed forces and shame in divorced motion, we know the clash of finality, sent to most, each
And poised to sate the conscience of redemption ever more, than may as a walk, justice's hope?
Jealousy or unique's judgment's
Sent to the mercy we entice, for a leaving hope and grant of understood needs
Wealth in a guarantee of sense's creation, made to tell the truth, long before lament
Has its notorious nose, in the pie of worth, where it belonged in the first place, heaven leads
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Pact`s And Facet`s Of Ascertained Rage`s, Does...
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