WINE AND GATES
Would You Pray Before A Stare, Of Where In...?
Met a man
With twain in his eye's
And soul among hope, in his mouth, can't
A fervor of seldom, to wish in the open, where is the world's lie's?
Strike of commonness, to his speech and means, continue
With the lucid forces we compare, complaint in a step of insight
We cant afford, he will say, until the powers that claim retinue
Are a finite figure of the since of love, the clamor for sense and might...
Share with me the cope, of another day without...
The baring of duty, and the scope of unusual liberty
The praise I seek, is a marvel before a timely shout
To worship the freedom of could, we know the host of enmity?
Pale and deserving the better...
I will know the course and heed of biding haunt's
The dole of viability and the march of pride, to sing the more to a letter
Of complexity that has the gift's of want...
Patience was a virtue, until the courage I saw was your's
Then and there, the misery of portion and devotion, amended
Come to walk and save, the redemption of mind's, that commit to lure's
Of vestige, that have no honor, except to role with the punch's, or so a kin...
Pain's shadow is a timely reward, if the day has a composed lip
The realm of dread and the fury we understand it with
Is like the future stealing a kiss, from the dead and right about whit's
Have you seen the eye's of patronage worth once, the calm of retrospect and bliss?
Here is your rage, a better understanding of courtesy than I ever thought I knew
Curing the opposing astound, and bounce of a ridicule, for which and stitches in time
Ordeal's of happiness, come at the cost of risen martyr's, to wait for the season of should
Let with appropriate survival and it's instinct to overwhelm the each, tears are made for crying
Play amid the stone's and finish of cause, you deem important
The truth is a weary soul, with moment's to give, the uncertainty of compliance
Seen, with a rue and severity to accrue, utmost and all, the levity of can't
Was a house onto itself, the language and manner's of pardon, to serve uniquenesses change...?
Terror is a wondering chance, made from the stuff of season's of guile and distrust
Worth the step of breed, if found for arears and few's, of one step forward
To dismiss the callous vice of redress and redemption in the name of a host of must
We favor the compelling known, when the salt of human chaste, is more than enough, heard
With twain in his eye's
And soul among hope, in his mouth, can't
A fervor of seldom, to wish in the open, where is the world's lie's?
Strike of commonness, to his speech and means, continue
With the lucid forces we compare, complaint in a step of insight
We cant afford, he will say, until the powers that claim retinue
Are a finite figure of the since of love, the clamor for sense and might...
Share with me the cope, of another day without...
The baring of duty, and the scope of unusual liberty
The praise I seek, is a marvel before a timely shout
To worship the freedom of could, we know the host of enmity?
Pale and deserving the better...
I will know the course and heed of biding haunt's
The dole of viability and the march of pride, to sing the more to a letter
Of complexity that has the gift's of want...
Patience was a virtue, until the courage I saw was your's
Then and there, the misery of portion and devotion, amended
Come to walk and save, the redemption of mind's, that commit to lure's
Of vestige, that have no honor, except to role with the punch's, or so a kin...
Pain's shadow is a timely reward, if the day has a composed lip
The realm of dread and the fury we understand it with
Is like the future stealing a kiss, from the dead and right about whit's
Have you seen the eye's of patronage worth once, the calm of retrospect and bliss?
Here is your rage, a better understanding of courtesy than I ever thought I knew
Curing the opposing astound, and bounce of a ridicule, for which and stitches in time
Ordeal's of happiness, come at the cost of risen martyr's, to wait for the season of should
Let with appropriate survival and it's instinct to overwhelm the each, tears are made for crying
Play amid the stone's and finish of cause, you deem important
The truth is a weary soul, with moment's to give, the uncertainty of compliance
Seen, with a rue and severity to accrue, utmost and all, the levity of can't
Was a house onto itself, the language and manner's of pardon, to serve uniquenesses change...?
Terror is a wondering chance, made from the stuff of season's of guile and distrust
Worth the step of breed, if found for arears and few's, of one step forward
To dismiss the callous vice of redress and redemption in the name of a host of must
We favor the compelling known, when the salt of human chaste, is more than enough, heard
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Would You Pray Before A Stare, Of Where In...?
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