WINE AND GATES

Can't, And, Want, Imagine's Soul's Hate Money?

Right, rather and rational order
To the concern we avoid, the succinctness of the cosmos?
Well in our regard, the savior of a fashion's embrace, a corner
Of stimuli in toward love, the call of gaiety to a truth, in hosted...

Flames of dissuasion, the miracle of unique peradventure?
Similarity in notion's, we detail as a crying while...
The vagueness of purpose in the subtlety of presence of curiosity
Is a waiting heard, for the suggestions of immediate, denial?

Creation with a basis, in beauty and fate of compromise
The candor in a hard place, we decide is a relationship with each and other
Survived instinct would, like to know, the impingement of superiority or the wise
Calling upon the will to seem a lived approach to hands, feet's, and a void of bother

My terror is a fish in the irony of hope's release, no known need
Having the time of it's rise and fall, of coercion and the tact of humanity...
Will we notice the courage in a drop of water, before the silence of reason...?
Sharing the nature of kingdom come, and the drive of since, the liberty we oppose, is depravity

Any soul is worth the miracle of sublime dream's?
Had for a condition of self absorption and for the claim of the still of emotion
We have heard the absence of cause, with a daring, that comes in the name of order's and schemes
Baring the news with an eventful eye, are we the neglect or the naivete of God and his portion?

Move and see...
The realm of superstition and the gift of omnipresence, for a waiting heroism
Done with the levity it establishes is a committal to observation in mind, for anarchy
Is a love with silence to devour, the coming of absolution for the shame of our sin's, cataclysm

Run and be...
Shared astonishment, at a language with overtures and pleasantry's, in a voice for a key
Never more than a sudden lapse of overt courses to show a new question, to sense meaning?
Here is a reigning future with a response to almost and had, momentum in the rages oft seen...

Die and lead...
The role of voice to the names of indignancy we calm for lover's
Who by now have found the seriousness of apprehension to be, the call to irony we heed
For a sanity in those, and a hardship of poignancy to find, the lock of awakening order

Sire and heed...
Intuition in a fresher eye than was given to ascertainment, vied like a hour
With shadows in the beguilement of solace and the solitude of repose, we are eave's
Of grandiose season's of new assurances and the scope of unity that has a toe by the world

Sound impossible?
Treasure the idea of grace and its family to worth, and a lip of responsibility
Will not serve you the given with and taken bliss, of vicinity and passion, so well
It will give you it et.al. for a chance to grow a host of penchance, that is ought's family



 


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Can`t, And, Want, Imagine`s Soul`s Hate Money?

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