WINE AND GATES
Bridges In Love With It, Still Trying Over There...
Longing in a broken smile
Through the lore of demands, taken to resolve
Which and worth, like an intertwined serpent, open to denial
Of a presence's mind and it's question, will I invent love or home?
Sweet heart's in the miles of a notorious miracle...
Shame and decision to ask them, the vice of promises sometimes so profound
For a dark inclusion and its forward tone of voice, are we still...
The people of compel, in the limelight of solace, and its merit so sound?
Specifically that...
The properness of intention and a whole shrewdness
We savor for a calling if the more, where one fallen star, is all and at
A share of compulsion, to seed the calamity of instinct for out severity, our blessed...
Working one day, for a solemn need, in the nourishing light of ambivalence
Redoubt and a history of comprehension, in simple facts and acts of intuition
Seeking the secret of desire, to save a reality of voice, that has a legend to ends
Worth one more step, than a brazen cull of difference has, time for all's intimation...
Wasn't a happy face, our first if not last instinct?
True to survival in our hands, and the claim of portent to issue a pious decree
Will we seem a liberty before its times, and is a force of humanity, our religion?
With but memory's of you, to guide me, I will know the savior's of the future, for being...
Look, says the prophet I introduce with my shrewd trying...
A habit of excellencies and the martyrdom of silence worth thinking's calm
To require if not requite the pasts hindrance, with a toll of a bell, never lying
Taken to victory's airs, to show one thing only, and ever more, a heart of yearning for all...
Through the lore of demands, taken to resolve
Which and worth, like an intertwined serpent, open to denial
Of a presence's mind and it's question, will I invent love or home?
Sweet heart's in the miles of a notorious miracle...
Shame and decision to ask them, the vice of promises sometimes so profound
For a dark inclusion and its forward tone of voice, are we still...
The people of compel, in the limelight of solace, and its merit so sound?
Specifically that...
The properness of intention and a whole shrewdness
We savor for a calling if the more, where one fallen star, is all and at
A share of compulsion, to seed the calamity of instinct for out severity, our blessed...
Working one day, for a solemn need, in the nourishing light of ambivalence
Redoubt and a history of comprehension, in simple facts and acts of intuition
Seeking the secret of desire, to save a reality of voice, that has a legend to ends
Worth one more step, than a brazen cull of difference has, time for all's intimation...
Wasn't a happy face, our first if not last instinct?
True to survival in our hands, and the claim of portent to issue a pious decree
Will we seem a liberty before its times, and is a force of humanity, our religion?
With but memory's of you, to guide me, I will know the savior's of the future, for being...
Look, says the prophet I introduce with my shrewd trying...
A habit of excellencies and the martyrdom of silence worth thinking's calm
To require if not requite the pasts hindrance, with a toll of a bell, never lying
Taken to victory's airs, to show one thing only, and ever more, a heart of yearning for all...
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Bridges In Love With It, Still Trying Over There...
Bridges In Love With It, Still Trying Over There...
