WINE AND GATES
Why, Living In Meant And Fated, Paranoia?
King, indigo...?
So waited, so few
For a solution in a honest worth
To seek, a chastity, worth a world's view...
Paces of problem's, and the trial of fames
That suggest all to us, the clock of distances
With a claimed tribulation, that were almighty found, altogether for same
Shall we deem a cause of a peculiarity for out, moments winning silence...
With more than avid, else, to create a voice in mayhem
The waiting and the sated wink, of a sincerity in motion...
Set to right's, to have the many, a logic we save
From the milieu of anger, we take for deliberation's notion?
Visions of power's?
Antipathy confirmed, welcoming a final liberty...
Of a redoubt that has a golden, chaste before ourselves
Will we sustain or suffice, the decency of power's anarchy?
Tradition in view, and a whole labor of simplicity...
Known by thoroughness and harmony, to be a noble gesture
To commit to a quiet share, we adjust to the light of mendacity?
Still a shame of the lovers of acclaim, to know avarice for a child's curiosity?
Spirit to entertain, the skip of days...
That remembers you, to qualm a sense that has...
That corrects itself, for a skill in jaundiced...
Eyes, that keep you for a levity in the mar of fascination...
Does? destiny with a half of success, martyr's...
Anger that isn't, sin's? a weary omen of since and shame
Justice for a primal scream? that wish, in a clash with seer's
Hell with a lover's kiss to it's time? now is our peace's marriage...
Missed it, didn't you?
A role of thunder and misery in a lightning bold
Enough to collect a shield of avidness or benign, that has a clue
Forces that commit to who, were chance's blessing, to a question we know, souled?
So waited, so few
For a solution in a honest worth
To seek, a chastity, worth a world's view...
Paces of problem's, and the trial of fames
That suggest all to us, the clock of distances
With a claimed tribulation, that were almighty found, altogether for same
Shall we deem a cause of a peculiarity for out, moments winning silence...
With more than avid, else, to create a voice in mayhem
The waiting and the sated wink, of a sincerity in motion...
Set to right's, to have the many, a logic we save
From the milieu of anger, we take for deliberation's notion?
Visions of power's?
Antipathy confirmed, welcoming a final liberty...
Of a redoubt that has a golden, chaste before ourselves
Will we sustain or suffice, the decency of power's anarchy?
Tradition in view, and a whole labor of simplicity...
Known by thoroughness and harmony, to be a noble gesture
To commit to a quiet share, we adjust to the light of mendacity?
Still a shame of the lovers of acclaim, to know avarice for a child's curiosity?
Spirit to entertain, the skip of days...
That remembers you, to qualm a sense that has...
That corrects itself, for a skill in jaundiced...
Eyes, that keep you for a levity in the mar of fascination...
Does? destiny with a half of success, martyr's...
Anger that isn't, sin's? a weary omen of since and shame
Justice for a primal scream? that wish, in a clash with seer's
Hell with a lover's kiss to it's time? now is our peace's marriage...
Missed it, didn't you?
A role of thunder and misery in a lightning bold
Enough to collect a shield of avidness or benign, that has a clue
Forces that commit to who, were chance's blessing, to a question we know, souled?
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Why, Living In Meant And Fated, Paranoia?
Why, Living In Meant And Fated, Paranoia?
