WINE AND GATES
Past Hostility, Their Is A Range Of Voice...
Many and many more
Mystery is a stare, lugged around for silent proportion?
Wish and see the reckoning of me? as if it were...
The told nuance and nature to give, a poor eye to the reliance of lands...
Wealth we will know...
Today in the course of might's hours
Taken directly to intuition, a force we can owe
But the friendship of ever more, sincerity wanted, sincerity ours?
Shared integrity
Faced with a role of decency to come, keeping well...
Found foremost, the tender require, an innermost liability
Shown as neglect, as if we are anywhere but here, so little...?
Done, to be, the drive of select simplicity?
Sake with a relationship of words, compare will keep with a guarantee...
Oft the riddance of good intent, but is a whole fate of a kindness, our enmity?
See the world save a fair day, with a thumb some think is a fame lacking...
Chin, and the stone of since, we are the people of avoidances energy
Alarm and anger to stipulate, the morose gall of a vision with a callous renown
Taken to urgency for its litany of pride and prejudice, a corresponding key
That assail's the nose, but inquires about the none in our seem, a fever of those?
Reason and virtue, to know a new silence, asking only fruition
Be, the truth in reality, not the atrophy of liberty's that expound hoarse
Voices of lies, that we see in the dread, we confirm is a love, taken to intimidation
Spill the words you keep to decide, as if a levity is regarded with despair or worse?
Now is the season of maturity, silenced by the unrecognizable tooth of tyranny
Shown in around futures and myriad statement's of worth's past
Shall we convey the token of deeds with a hand of fervency, like the infamy
Of a cope with embarrassment in a new land, seeing their conscience to estrange, hope at last?
Mystery is a stare, lugged around for silent proportion?
Wish and see the reckoning of me? as if it were...
The told nuance and nature to give, a poor eye to the reliance of lands...
Wealth we will know...
Today in the course of might's hours
Taken directly to intuition, a force we can owe
But the friendship of ever more, sincerity wanted, sincerity ours?
Shared integrity
Faced with a role of decency to come, keeping well...
Found foremost, the tender require, an innermost liability
Shown as neglect, as if we are anywhere but here, so little...?
Done, to be, the drive of select simplicity?
Sake with a relationship of words, compare will keep with a guarantee...
Oft the riddance of good intent, but is a whole fate of a kindness, our enmity?
See the world save a fair day, with a thumb some think is a fame lacking...
Chin, and the stone of since, we are the people of avoidances energy
Alarm and anger to stipulate, the morose gall of a vision with a callous renown
Taken to urgency for its litany of pride and prejudice, a corresponding key
That assail's the nose, but inquires about the none in our seem, a fever of those?
Reason and virtue, to know a new silence, asking only fruition
Be, the truth in reality, not the atrophy of liberty's that expound hoarse
Voices of lies, that we see in the dread, we confirm is a love, taken to intimidation
Spill the words you keep to decide, as if a levity is regarded with despair or worse?
Now is the season of maturity, silenced by the unrecognizable tooth of tyranny
Shown in around futures and myriad statement's of worth's past
Shall we convey the token of deeds with a hand of fervency, like the infamy
Of a cope with embarrassment in a new land, seeing their conscience to estrange, hope at last?
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Past Hostility, Their Is A Range Of Voice...
Past Hostility, Their Is A Range Of Voice...