WINE AND GATES

Saint's Be Praised, You Judas Priest?

Seventy
No one of mighty sneezes
Persuasion in a call to severity
Is my purpose under here or there, heathens?

Still as a friends thumb
The talk of superiority
To a wizened form, the salt and the spice, come
To remember you, with a laugh's liberty

Clamor is such a sexy knowing
Clarity and claim, to tell the story of a cue
To the north of simplicity, and to the south, the owing
Of charisma and distance to a problem, right here to do

Long in the truth, and keeping a stir
Of advancing hope for a little more, luck
The rue of dissuasion and its appoint, is a clique of mere
To form and passion in the rue of decency, we tuck

Curiosity to all, and methodical to many
Any shadow of constancy and here after, the ley of posed
Questions and answer's to find in the bared soul, ours for the lending
Another gift, an emotion or feeling of when we are the host...

 


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