WINE AND GATES
Lost To Emerging And Adding Neglect?
Liscence to thrill
Beckoning the mere, in heard not, that sought
A wind of change, that knows neglect, for hill's
The promise of composure for a seldom seen ought
Lucre to begin
Waves of omnipresent here and none
The weal of another soul, to ask if instinct
Is a rational of freedom's fight, as if fun?
Total's of adage and the average of a new breath
So seldom to heaven?
But known this way and that for a beauty, let
Like a heart with news for a friend...
Sense comes with a handful of flowers
Tender treasure and the scourge of nonsense
That has a lip with God, the rue of ancient powers
That are life to light, and light to when the world ends
Smiles that bespeak the day, for a nowing
Salute no one knew, the rise of idea's
And the gift of new dream's, still lingering with the founding
Of love to seek, the prayer's of another, where simple work's of need...
Make lover's see the truth
The tale of inception and fear, to quiet a deem
Of conscience and forces we know can, be aloof
But in the end, are the beginning of sincerity to look before itself, and see...
A world of change come of age
Tension and fortitude to well and spring
The truth of decisive clashes and the aftermath of hour's with anger and rage
To simply tell a new tale, from one life to another, without the accusation of hell's hatred
Peace we named outright, the total of avarice in love
But the night clings heavy and fast, with the name of possibility to its lip
Thank you for a selection in grace, if not the culture of worth to a new covenant
In the end, we will all know the cope of anguish, taken to causes seen, by the revelation of it
Beckoning the mere, in heard not, that sought
A wind of change, that knows neglect, for hill's
The promise of composure for a seldom seen ought
Lucre to begin
Waves of omnipresent here and none
The weal of another soul, to ask if instinct
Is a rational of freedom's fight, as if fun?
Total's of adage and the average of a new breath
So seldom to heaven?
But known this way and that for a beauty, let
Like a heart with news for a friend...
Sense comes with a handful of flowers
Tender treasure and the scourge of nonsense
That has a lip with God, the rue of ancient powers
That are life to light, and light to when the world ends
Smiles that bespeak the day, for a nowing
Salute no one knew, the rise of idea's
And the gift of new dream's, still lingering with the founding
Of love to seek, the prayer's of another, where simple work's of need...
Make lover's see the truth
The tale of inception and fear, to quiet a deem
Of conscience and forces we know can, be aloof
But in the end, are the beginning of sincerity to look before itself, and see...
A world of change come of age
Tension and fortitude to well and spring
The truth of decisive clashes and the aftermath of hour's with anger and rage
To simply tell a new tale, from one life to another, without the accusation of hell's hatred
Peace we named outright, the total of avarice in love
But the night clings heavy and fast, with the name of possibility to its lip
Thank you for a selection in grace, if not the culture of worth to a new covenant
In the end, we will all know the cope of anguish, taken to causes seen, by the revelation of it
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Lost To Emerging And Adding Neglect?
Lost To Emerging And Adding Neglect?
