WINE AND GATES
Honor Bound, To Cure Curiosity With Needs
Older by the step's
To find sunshine, in the call
Of decency's ire, found willing and with whit's
To say in a familiar voice, "The cares we make, may never fall"
Bracing for the news of commotion, tender
Or taint, the irony of simplicity is a walk in the park...
But the scope of indigency for a glaring hope, is here to end...?
The shouldn't and can't we ask, "Is wanting our only moment to hear and hark"
Silly faces made, and searching for the stranger of worth...
Patterned encouragement and paced mercy, is a clever fold
To wish in the open, and bared limelight, wasn't a listening certainty...
The forces that be, the candid revelation of somewhere with a lip with irony's hold?
Destiny, and the fires of a charity lending courage, later...
The opus of wind and honor to encircle a witnessed problem
That comes and goes with a real enough need, to stomach the news, in sorrow occur
The resolve of a man to convince another, a nerve of power's of ilk was never a whim...
Through and through, the tears of strength and its horror, the careless...
And the shown forces of comprehension, that know the tooth before the truth
Welling to finite purpose, the callous and the abuse of misery, to see hell is a mess...
We welcome to redoubt with open arms, if arduous meant, for the coming hour of couth...?
Simplicity grows, and neglection dies
Simple words above the land for a sunny day, and made to know...
The charisma and the stead of complexity, eventual and does to an ear we silence
With the curiosity of presence to tell the tale, of a calling with the lip's to owe...
To find sunshine, in the call
Of decency's ire, found willing and with whit's
To say in a familiar voice, "The cares we make, may never fall"
Bracing for the news of commotion, tender
Or taint, the irony of simplicity is a walk in the park...
But the scope of indigency for a glaring hope, is here to end...?
The shouldn't and can't we ask, "Is wanting our only moment to hear and hark"
Silly faces made, and searching for the stranger of worth...
Patterned encouragement and paced mercy, is a clever fold
To wish in the open, and bared limelight, wasn't a listening certainty...
The forces that be, the candid revelation of somewhere with a lip with irony's hold?
Destiny, and the fires of a charity lending courage, later...
The opus of wind and honor to encircle a witnessed problem
That comes and goes with a real enough need, to stomach the news, in sorrow occur
The resolve of a man to convince another, a nerve of power's of ilk was never a whim...
Through and through, the tears of strength and its horror, the careless...
And the shown forces of comprehension, that know the tooth before the truth
Welling to finite purpose, the callous and the abuse of misery, to see hell is a mess...
We welcome to redoubt with open arms, if arduous meant, for the coming hour of couth...?
Simplicity grows, and neglection dies
Simple words above the land for a sunny day, and made to know...
The charisma and the stead of complexity, eventual and does to an ear we silence
With the curiosity of presence to tell the tale, of a calling with the lip's to owe...
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Honor Bound, To Cure Curiosity With Needs
Honor Bound, To Cure Curiosity With Needs
