WINE AND GATES
Precisely Eleven Reason's Seen On Night's Asking Life Still...
Which in the open...
Sorry so sardonic, the tale of unity
In the world we give, the risk of urges and lion's...
Told to youthful glances and the hair of reality, doom's severity?
Pose for a picture, and know the day's of tried uncle's...?
The travail of distant work's, in our fascination...
Turn to the silence we avoid, in am's shared house's of villainy?
With no, taken naïve...
Tame your excitement with a new march?
Terror and insinuate clashes, of worth in years...
Truer by the home of fruition, known to be lived with, order's and art's
Taken to decision's portent, for a part in the mercy we fear...?
Crazed and dazed with the news, a child of a room will suffer none...
The role of use and abuse, for a recreation of all, to swim?
Torrid is your bloody answer, the creation of guises worth ably a monkey...
Patience to heed, furor and dalliance for a lurking puppet?, is my neglect to shame?
Try the soap, mistake the cursing for a soul and the wryed fruit...
In your lap and sameness of courage, know a Christian child that saved the kind...
Gum and coffee, on the silence, is a charade never more than a coping youth...?
Try the stir of butter and bread in your eyefall, the walking and the talking of contrary time's
Bean's bean's, the magic truth
Them, or you in who...?
The morrow if change comes for couth
Am I beginning to make sense, for a wish in the lou...
Jacob and the big giant world...
Look among the obnoxious turns and burns of witnessed charity
Same side as a cowardice to devour your soul, as if angel's make ordeal's?
Worth in the place of a story, worth no peace, and the eye of disparity...?
Look once more, and see the serpant of sated thrice...
Sleep in the way and savior's pain, known simply as a guaranteed pillow...?
Know teeth, go heath, sew energy's; with a passion and the might of a politeness
Shadows and fog, guarantee the insepia of risen poise, not poison in the willow...
Uncircumcised?
Full of sense and burden's that total a brine for the wind
Is my test and briefness with a callous earn, your turn at lie's?
Shame the land for a religion and it's namesake, the prayers we steal, end...
A chat with the devil one day...
Prices of gun's, with risk in their eye's...
Paces and passion, if not the desire of fist's that may, places
And the holy fate you share, with a selection in wishes that cried...
Guesses and pristine moment's, if a sandwich is to be ours...
Token hurry and first's in the luck, we pluck for a salty honor in the guarantee to let...
A mouth full of tear's, with the rued name of authority...
Still my embittered plea for a season with courage as hope, not a prophet...?
Sorry so sardonic, the tale of unity
In the world we give, the risk of urges and lion's...
Told to youthful glances and the hair of reality, doom's severity?
Pose for a picture, and know the day's of tried uncle's...?
The travail of distant work's, in our fascination...
Turn to the silence we avoid, in am's shared house's of villainy?
With no, taken naïve...
Tame your excitement with a new march?
Terror and insinuate clashes, of worth in years...
Truer by the home of fruition, known to be lived with, order's and art's
Taken to decision's portent, for a part in the mercy we fear...?
Crazed and dazed with the news, a child of a room will suffer none...
The role of use and abuse, for a recreation of all, to swim?
Torrid is your bloody answer, the creation of guises worth ably a monkey...
Patience to heed, furor and dalliance for a lurking puppet?, is my neglect to shame?
Try the soap, mistake the cursing for a soul and the wryed fruit...
In your lap and sameness of courage, know a Christian child that saved the kind...
Gum and coffee, on the silence, is a charade never more than a coping youth...?
Try the stir of butter and bread in your eyefall, the walking and the talking of contrary time's
Bean's bean's, the magic truth
Them, or you in who...?
The morrow if change comes for couth
Am I beginning to make sense, for a wish in the lou...
Jacob and the big giant world...
Look among the obnoxious turns and burns of witnessed charity
Same side as a cowardice to devour your soul, as if angel's make ordeal's?
Worth in the place of a story, worth no peace, and the eye of disparity...?
Look once more, and see the serpant of sated thrice...
Sleep in the way and savior's pain, known simply as a guaranteed pillow...?
Know teeth, go heath, sew energy's; with a passion and the might of a politeness
Shadows and fog, guarantee the insepia of risen poise, not poison in the willow...
Uncircumcised?
Full of sense and burden's that total a brine for the wind
Is my test and briefness with a callous earn, your turn at lie's?
Shame the land for a religion and it's namesake, the prayers we steal, end...
A chat with the devil one day...
Prices of gun's, with risk in their eye's...
Paces and passion, if not the desire of fist's that may, places
And the holy fate you share, with a selection in wishes that cried...
Guesses and pristine moment's, if a sandwich is to be ours...
Token hurry and first's in the luck, we pluck for a salty honor in the guarantee to let...
A mouth full of tear's, with the rued name of authority...
Still my embittered plea for a season with courage as hope, not a prophet...?
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Precisely Eleven Reason`s Seen On Night`s Asking Life Still...
Precisely Eleven Reason`s Seen On Night`s Asking Life Still...
