WINE AND GATES
Rational And Mayhem, With A Match, Sam...?
Tissue paper and withering flowers?
Many names of response and dilemma, in sour
Is a host of guiding, the liberty we espouse?
True to lividity and the punctuality of us, will we seek an hour...?
Of decision and devotion?
Time runs to the sordid, until we are a hope...
Of decency to ask, if a language for romance, all and silent?
With a resolve for a candor to do, the timidity of wishes we soul?
Depression, versus the hate we envision in your eye...
To tell a tale, of superiority in chances, known to become
The labor of love, to trust a finite past, and an intimacy of future smiles?
Are we the people of condition and sameness, to invoke a host of wonder?
We thought so, we hate a real enough time with sorrow, as well as you...?
Come with the shadow of a hair of a well of a chance
Done until days are a heat to prove...
We see cancer have the better of season's and gleans of misfortune, like a future blindness?
Peace, contrariness, and person's of interest
With a mind to owe, what we call a force of neglect, to imagine a prescience is worthier...
True to ourselves, and witnessing a heart of integrity, with a sojourn that is a messiah
Of callous arse, and the total of a new shrewdness to declare, a world of vice, ours to occur?
Many names of response and dilemma, in sour
Is a host of guiding, the liberty we espouse?
True to lividity and the punctuality of us, will we seek an hour...?
Of decision and devotion?
Time runs to the sordid, until we are a hope...
Of decency to ask, if a language for romance, all and silent?
With a resolve for a candor to do, the timidity of wishes we soul?
Depression, versus the hate we envision in your eye...
To tell a tale, of superiority in chances, known to become
The labor of love, to trust a finite past, and an intimacy of future smiles?
Are we the people of condition and sameness, to invoke a host of wonder?
We thought so, we hate a real enough time with sorrow, as well as you...?
Come with the shadow of a hair of a well of a chance
Done until days are a heat to prove...
We see cancer have the better of season's and gleans of misfortune, like a future blindness?
Peace, contrariness, and person's of interest
With a mind to owe, what we call a force of neglect, to imagine a prescience is worthier...
True to ourselves, and witnessing a heart of integrity, with a sojourn that is a messiah
Of callous arse, and the total of a new shrewdness to declare, a world of vice, ours to occur?
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Rational And Mayhem, With A Match, Sam...?
Rational And Mayhem, With A Match, Sam...?