WINE AND GATES
Blowing Your Nose, With The Devil's Sleeve
Understood
No where fore without a sense...
Of purpose in the can, looking the part and should
A real energy in the vanity's we endow, see the problem?
Mercy at arm's length?
Showing the spent spirit of compromise
Salt and sanity, do we know each other, a vision of strength?
Taken to integrity with a sour secret, aplomb is a logic in other's vice...?
Nature's claimed
Total's of vestige in a happy way, kept a rued smile...
Treasure of certainty, and the powers of feeling same
When a shadow of a chance, to occur is ours, a wealth beyond sobriety's hill's?
Sanctity in a strange regards, redoubt to find the vastness of our truth
Will acting and pacing a philosophy, become the prayer we sate?
Is a relationship with sincerity, the tooth and blindness of when we are, couth
Praise be a honor, to run and run, in sight's behalf as if fate...
Has a thorn in its paw, or is gestures reason the one and only law?
Of a quiet visit by dread, an anecdote of virtue and miasma, to know your
Passion for the sign's and tried fortunes, of a clique worth its odd's
In the patience of might, as if we are the people of control in your gift, of worlds power's?
Legend in a direct stare, with acumen to vouch, the tooth of hatred
Is a season of seas and the brooking halt of summation, we afford with presences
Of mine, and yours to serve the coming notion of a ship of fool's, we have seen be lead
To a shadow of heed, caring for not, with a presumption in hearts, we found are instinct's sin's
No where fore without a sense...
Of purpose in the can, looking the part and should
A real energy in the vanity's we endow, see the problem?
Mercy at arm's length?
Showing the spent spirit of compromise
Salt and sanity, do we know each other, a vision of strength?
Taken to integrity with a sour secret, aplomb is a logic in other's vice...?
Nature's claimed
Total's of vestige in a happy way, kept a rued smile...
Treasure of certainty, and the powers of feeling same
When a shadow of a chance, to occur is ours, a wealth beyond sobriety's hill's?
Sanctity in a strange regards, redoubt to find the vastness of our truth
Will acting and pacing a philosophy, become the prayer we sate?
Is a relationship with sincerity, the tooth and blindness of when we are, couth
Praise be a honor, to run and run, in sight's behalf as if fate...
Has a thorn in its paw, or is gestures reason the one and only law?
Of a quiet visit by dread, an anecdote of virtue and miasma, to know your
Passion for the sign's and tried fortunes, of a clique worth its odd's
In the patience of might, as if we are the people of control in your gift, of worlds power's?
Legend in a direct stare, with acumen to vouch, the tooth of hatred
Is a season of seas and the brooking halt of summation, we afford with presences
Of mine, and yours to serve the coming notion of a ship of fool's, we have seen be lead
To a shadow of heed, caring for not, with a presumption in hearts, we found are instinct's sin's
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Blowing Your Nose, With The Devil`s Sleeve
Blowing Your Nose, With The Devil`s Sleeve