WINE AND GATES

Places For Heathen To Awaken, Nothing?

Little power's, littler poem's
Heavenly dimness, to the room
Likewise the early, a belied shown
Ancient worth, in the stir of simplicity, loom

Time to a richer truth, we deem
The candor of art, to live once more...?
Taken from our grasp - the capability of history seem
A heart to wonder in the eye's, hindrance and scorn?

Tender purchase's, interest in ease?
Truer to live, with the poorness of a care
Than subtlety let, the complexity of a natures disease...
Ably the comment, to serve the cope, we know is a relation of fair, airs

Poise and hear say
Turned to myth by the silence, we approve
The comprehension of another day
Sent to the rue, of composed share's on our mind, somehow on the loose

Tell us the story finally, of twin's of searching and meager sate
To seek a new liberty on the behalf, of a doling house
Terror by the rise, and futures in the sigh's, to bring other's to faith's
Shame's coming heed of promises and dreams in the tease, of when why allows...

Why!, then comes the final applause...
The role of youth and veracity in cagey smiles to serve...
The opinion asked more, to sweeten the ruse of some's, so odd
For a clash of stillness with the voice of yearning, were

Patiently, the engagement of duty to stir forward, warmth
The rotten tooth of charisma in its more and stay, is our heart...?
Told to remain in light or found in vices sway, we should the price of form's, saved from, are
We the sitting power's we adore, or is this to be the knock of shadowed doors, with none alert?

Pence, portrayel and pop
Toward the reign we know, is known patience, but the skill of other's
To wear the cloth of sincerity in the rage's and heat, of love
We tender with an eye for the rest of us, the very heaven of bother's...



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Places For Heathen To Awaken, Nothing?

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