WINE AND GATES
Can Wishes Make Laws To Judge Themselves?
Avid, the taste of copper
Poor and older by steps forward?
Treading finite, and with heed to reserve
The tale of promises and devout charity...
Has the redoubt to fulfil, a reality of silence?
That has the count and powers of persuasion, the tout
Of complexity and verve, a chance of composure on the chin...
Where money is deserved, and stir's of reputation complete the pout?
Adding the hope, to the hands of reality?
Season's of similarity and its how, a role of possibility
Known to collect, the truth in a rational profundity
The skill of living with might's, that came and gave instilling liberty's...
Intertwining...
Room and honor, to calm and claim the brashness of identity
The kindred of service, to an ideal consensus, the age of patience's mind
To see the actual and arduous, in the light of immediacy
Tales of introspection if not the advance, of a leading spirit
That will with have and cope, the curiosity we chasten
Is a legend to here and after, time with a reliance of good intent, to lament
Sweet harmony in the hands of destiny, will we ever save a vanity to give, reasons...
Done and gone, with a realm to its words
The lore of vice and vision in judgment's behalf, court's
Of courage in the clandestiny of a notorious many, heard
Was our selflessness so impromptu, that you don't notice our passion, worth more?
A never known only as atrophy, a door called truth
Simple reaction to senses we observe are sincere, if but called upon, the nature of dread
In the sulk and passion's we few, and revere by the commitment of a youth
To the past's peace, and irony of another means to love's willingness, wishing's ends...
Poor and older by steps forward?
Treading finite, and with heed to reserve
The tale of promises and devout charity...
Has the redoubt to fulfil, a reality of silence?
That has the count and powers of persuasion, the tout
Of complexity and verve, a chance of composure on the chin...
Where money is deserved, and stir's of reputation complete the pout?
Adding the hope, to the hands of reality?
Season's of similarity and its how, a role of possibility
Known to collect, the truth in a rational profundity
The skill of living with might's, that came and gave instilling liberty's...
Intertwining...
Room and honor, to calm and claim the brashness of identity
The kindred of service, to an ideal consensus, the age of patience's mind
To see the actual and arduous, in the light of immediacy
Tales of introspection if not the advance, of a leading spirit
That will with have and cope, the curiosity we chasten
Is a legend to here and after, time with a reliance of good intent, to lament
Sweet harmony in the hands of destiny, will we ever save a vanity to give, reasons...
Done and gone, with a realm to its words
The lore of vice and vision in judgment's behalf, court's
Of courage in the clandestiny of a notorious many, heard
Was our selflessness so impromptu, that you don't notice our passion, worth more?
A never known only as atrophy, a door called truth
Simple reaction to senses we observe are sincere, if but called upon, the nature of dread
In the sulk and passion's we few, and revere by the commitment of a youth
To the past's peace, and irony of another means to love's willingness, wishing's ends...
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Can Wishes Make Laws To Judge Themselves?
Can Wishes Make Laws To Judge Themselves?
