WINE AND GATES
Taste's Of Reality, I'd Divine Forth, Kindred
Tiny time's with a silent
Star to devour the rest, of us
Sorry for the being hill's and veracity to a child's meant...?
Life for a risen prophet is a scourge, taken to remain in hushing
Topic's to die for...?
The threshold of distant culture, and the stigmata oft wealth...
Truer to demand a simplicity in the sore eye's of hopeful poorness
And mete, the total of another mind, of a callous liberty we keep, in all health...
We see your heed, your then and the angelic refrain of your voice...
To an ever simpler many, I know your risk's passionate plea, for again's blindness
With a result to the edge, of another heart, that has known choice
Without are's creation of you, that came is want, for a season of a guest's besting?
Paces and the stone to a fish, a fish to the current and the providence of similarity?
Well?
Do I sound a fool, or are you a lover for a kinder kiss, the thing's of vestige
And a charity in force, to deliver a new promise, as if the laid plans of an eye will...
It hated the moment with a blessed knuckle, never fewer or else than nine, sublime
Worth the calamity of vice's, we delve deeper than a care has a right...?
For the blame of us, and the animosity of service to another ideal, the voice in a shyer...
Of meaning and flesh, to take the route of ages to a distraction, worth it all?, in a might...
Sour?!
And serving the name of notoriety we share for due, and a helping heart
Of nothing more than cagey stead, charisma is ours forever
A star of decency in motion to keep, another angel taken by the wishes, we start...
With the cloth of dismay's future, ever coping with a reason in the gray
Neglect to share for itself, the toil of anger in its redoubt as a guile?
With the instinct's of popularity and the seldom, to name a common shadow, good and any
The turn of vehemence into a conception, worth it's weight in love, sign of future denial?
Star to devour the rest, of us
Sorry for the being hill's and veracity to a child's meant...?
Life for a risen prophet is a scourge, taken to remain in hushing
Topic's to die for...?
The threshold of distant culture, and the stigmata oft wealth...
Truer to demand a simplicity in the sore eye's of hopeful poorness
And mete, the total of another mind, of a callous liberty we keep, in all health...
We see your heed, your then and the angelic refrain of your voice...
To an ever simpler many, I know your risk's passionate plea, for again's blindness
With a result to the edge, of another heart, that has known choice
Without are's creation of you, that came is want, for a season of a guest's besting?
Paces and the stone to a fish, a fish to the current and the providence of similarity?
Well?
Do I sound a fool, or are you a lover for a kinder kiss, the thing's of vestige
And a charity in force, to deliver a new promise, as if the laid plans of an eye will...
It hated the moment with a blessed knuckle, never fewer or else than nine, sublime
Worth the calamity of vice's, we delve deeper than a care has a right...?
For the blame of us, and the animosity of service to another ideal, the voice in a shyer...
Of meaning and flesh, to take the route of ages to a distraction, worth it all?, in a might...
Sour?!
And serving the name of notoriety we share for due, and a helping heart
Of nothing more than cagey stead, charisma is ours forever
A star of decency in motion to keep, another angel taken by the wishes, we start...
With the cloth of dismay's future, ever coping with a reason in the gray
Neglect to share for itself, the toil of anger in its redoubt as a guile?
With the instinct's of popularity and the seldom, to name a common shadow, good and any
The turn of vehemence into a conception, worth it's weight in love, sign of future denial?
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Taste`s Of Reality, I`d Divine Forth, Kindred
Taste`s Of Reality, I`d Divine Forth, Kindred
