WINE AND GATES
Another Prophet Of Who's Sincere (Mendacity)
Lore, in a decision
To weather the cold, saviors and a glare
In the distance, where to are, are we intuition?
Shame is such a marvel, if worlds come to stares...
Life we will know...
Simplicity in the deeds of common sate
And habit to rename a patience in love
With the paces and fortunes of could, and the sense we wait, upon
Death we will scourge...
Truth in a tow to the rest of the universe
Halting at the silence's friendship we earn
Taking the time to except a breed of avarice
Tones of voice, with a remembered plea
The total of our guided justness, and means to an end
Are a presence to call forth, an imagination, see
The oppurtune have us, the claim and the is, of anguishs amends
Such a small promise
And such a huge world
The tale of give and take, the choices we seem, and those we select for vice
As a creation was, our sincerity to advance, a candid moment heard...
Benevolence, do we see the wishes of your hand?
Isn't and fascination in a belet ought, sought for a seldom seen many, memory's
We find to be, the curiosity of a terror, we held to light's for and
The creations of destiny, come for answer's and poise, that has a new voice for history...
To weather the cold, saviors and a glare
In the distance, where to are, are we intuition?
Shame is such a marvel, if worlds come to stares...
Life we will know...
Simplicity in the deeds of common sate
And habit to rename a patience in love
With the paces and fortunes of could, and the sense we wait, upon
Death we will scourge...
Truth in a tow to the rest of the universe
Halting at the silence's friendship we earn
Taking the time to except a breed of avarice
Tones of voice, with a remembered plea
The total of our guided justness, and means to an end
Are a presence to call forth, an imagination, see
The oppurtune have us, the claim and the is, of anguishs amends
Such a small promise
And such a huge world
The tale of give and take, the choices we seem, and those we select for vice
As a creation was, our sincerity to advance, a candid moment heard...
Benevolence, do we see the wishes of your hand?
Isn't and fascination in a belet ought, sought for a seldom seen many, memory's
We find to be, the curiosity of a terror, we held to light's for and
The creations of destiny, come for answer's and poise, that has a new voice for history...
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Another Prophet Of Who`s Sincere (Mendacity)
Another Prophet Of Who`s Sincere (Mendacity)
