WINE AND GATES
Looking On The Brightside Of Simple Hatred...
Angry speed, angry focus?
Omitted as our search, for futile live...?
In the name of hidden dependence, a bit of us
With the praise of conscience divine, by the right's to give...
Places no name has colloquially seen
Threats of possible concern, in the guile of use
To whether and bless of the craft of guidance, so keen?
Where the milestones of images and repute, know the blunder of abuse...
Shame, no coin without two sides?
The role of vestige, in our hope and livid homes
Comparing the stone of curiosity, with smiles of religion
The tow of creation for cost of power's in league, with inclined some's?
Nature to a wealthy prophecy, and the security of an asking house
Is a laugh between neighbor's our future and reward, as if cleverness...
Is a relationship with an untoward family, that has hell bent on the ear of thou?
Paces and reckonizing the breath of the fair, we know the integrity to seek, this?
Vaster fortune, in the airs of commotion, we stir with the least
To impress upon a friendship if not the accrue of a stranger
The name we depart from, is a habit in long teeth, and the rue of a fiend?
See the season of quandary become our vision, the hour's of childhood to languor?
Now in time, the craving of virtue we can't afford, without the shared history
Of a golden sigh, that has the selection of where for any, and where for all
To its breath and distance, of a vindication of youth and it's epistolary...
But the problem remains, am I good enough for God and his instruction to fault?
Money, with a sly hand and the marvel of vice, at its beck and call...
Here is the home of sadness, made a grace before a known foolry, to tell a tale
Of pence and neglect, the entourage of passion without the calm of veracity and its may, all
Hell is a worshipping guest, that knows the riddance and the door? only time can tell...
Meeting the keep, of suicide with a definition for both passive airs
And the place of dominion of novelty, that is the reach of decency for us?
Praise be a new agenda of fate, and the sated hours until we quiet the majority
Of silences that make us a person, not the courage of kinds that have seen the world, discuss?
Perhaps a stalemate of composure over the insipid, is a rued vote
In the new assuming name of clashes and classes honor, to live with a terror
Of threat and response, that has the condition of voice to its lead and hidden, hope
Where an angel has seen the wing's of destiny, is not the world round enough for fairness?
Omitted as our search, for futile live...?
In the name of hidden dependence, a bit of us
With the praise of conscience divine, by the right's to give...
Places no name has colloquially seen
Threats of possible concern, in the guile of use
To whether and bless of the craft of guidance, so keen?
Where the milestones of images and repute, know the blunder of abuse...
Shame, no coin without two sides?
The role of vestige, in our hope and livid homes
Comparing the stone of curiosity, with smiles of religion
The tow of creation for cost of power's in league, with inclined some's?
Nature to a wealthy prophecy, and the security of an asking house
Is a laugh between neighbor's our future and reward, as if cleverness...
Is a relationship with an untoward family, that has hell bent on the ear of thou?
Paces and reckonizing the breath of the fair, we know the integrity to seek, this?
Vaster fortune, in the airs of commotion, we stir with the least
To impress upon a friendship if not the accrue of a stranger
The name we depart from, is a habit in long teeth, and the rue of a fiend?
See the season of quandary become our vision, the hour's of childhood to languor?
Now in time, the craving of virtue we can't afford, without the shared history
Of a golden sigh, that has the selection of where for any, and where for all
To its breath and distance, of a vindication of youth and it's epistolary...
But the problem remains, am I good enough for God and his instruction to fault?
Money, with a sly hand and the marvel of vice, at its beck and call...
Here is the home of sadness, made a grace before a known foolry, to tell a tale
Of pence and neglect, the entourage of passion without the calm of veracity and its may, all
Hell is a worshipping guest, that knows the riddance and the door? only time can tell...
Meeting the keep, of suicide with a definition for both passive airs
And the place of dominion of novelty, that is the reach of decency for us?
Praise be a new agenda of fate, and the sated hours until we quiet the majority
Of silences that make us a person, not the courage of kinds that have seen the world, discuss?
Perhaps a stalemate of composure over the insipid, is a rued vote
In the new assuming name of clashes and classes honor, to live with a terror
Of threat and response, that has the condition of voice to its lead and hidden, hope
Where an angel has seen the wing's of destiny, is not the world round enough for fairness?
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Looking On The Brightside Of Simple Hatred...
Looking On The Brightside Of Simple Hatred...
