WINE AND GATES
Beauty, Desperation And Vehemance's Idea...
Poise we have learned, few
Say's the toll of an erudite bell
Beginning with soul's amet, in these ways so due
The defiance of selection before a rue of what was, hell?
Meet me, in the difference...
So called, the kindred of youth, aging
Come from fall and evil circumstance, by the wealth of a chance
We know the clamor and the dismay, of promises to avow, couth saving
But, with a survived beauty, comes the distance
To deliverance, and the calm before a storm
Taken for a early nod, in the direction of incorporation
Of a sincerer tow, than clashing heart's would oppose, as if violence's norm?
We spoke the truth, and mayhem be praised or damned, we know a power's count
Suppose the tale of hindrance and recollection's lost, has a worthier voice to how
Time welling for silence, and the change of a history to seek admission's flout
The wealth of deliverance is in the call to hope, as if worth a resolute space for now...
We hope you see better day's
Future in, future is, the courage of simplicity to finish the known
With the tell tale reason and demarcation of a sight for sore eye's, ways
Of virtue explained for a seasoned reproach, need's rhyme and heed's trying, idea's come grown
Being the beauty of residual lives to the question of might and form
The work of everyman is for the nuance of justice, long before the anger of immediacy
To look before the silence of our vice's, is to know the conscience to ask, is this the world?
Like a bolt in the blue, the wealth of reasoned forces, has seen the truth, intendancy
Say's the toll of an erudite bell
Beginning with soul's amet, in these ways so due
The defiance of selection before a rue of what was, hell?
Meet me, in the difference...
So called, the kindred of youth, aging
Come from fall and evil circumstance, by the wealth of a chance
We know the clamor and the dismay, of promises to avow, couth saving
But, with a survived beauty, comes the distance
To deliverance, and the calm before a storm
Taken for a early nod, in the direction of incorporation
Of a sincerer tow, than clashing heart's would oppose, as if violence's norm?
We spoke the truth, and mayhem be praised or damned, we know a power's count
Suppose the tale of hindrance and recollection's lost, has a worthier voice to how
Time welling for silence, and the change of a history to seek admission's flout
The wealth of deliverance is in the call to hope, as if worth a resolute space for now...
We hope you see better day's
Future in, future is, the courage of simplicity to finish the known
With the tell tale reason and demarcation of a sight for sore eye's, ways
Of virtue explained for a seasoned reproach, need's rhyme and heed's trying, idea's come grown
Being the beauty of residual lives to the question of might and form
The work of everyman is for the nuance of justice, long before the anger of immediacy
To look before the silence of our vice's, is to know the conscience to ask, is this the world?
Like a bolt in the blue, the wealth of reasoned forces, has seen the truth, intendancy
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Beauty, Desperation And Vehemance`s Idea...
Beauty, Desperation And Vehemance`s Idea...