WINE AND GATES
Does Confusion Entertain Me, Or You (Or That Ghost...)
Yearn, no advice
Shame a toil, in the brief
Care but silence, when altogether we have lied
Making the noise of hate, to suggest a curiosity is thee
West with the patience of love
Torn between sex and malice, with a craft to ask...
Tomorrow in promised since, the corner of does
A chastity in the name, of charisma, have the sense to laugh...?
An enemy with the time...
Shadows and fury, to straighten a force for what hath
Today is a reckoning of reach and reason, we tell the crying...
From, the praise worthing taste is a truth, to question a knowing path...?
Yes to be, the calling of rightness if a besmitten history?
Sweet energy's entertaining the keep of a friend, that has the sense of climate
For a serious search in the now, a credence lent, meant such was mercy's epistolary
Raked over the coals of guidance, for only your opinion in the shoes of sate...
Tarnation and consternation, to look among the smiles you leave
And the craft of kinds, we remember once more, like a bell that hid from pouts
Of powers and preeminence, that thought to answer you to your face, directly for what conceives
Deceives, a host of possibility in the mere, a tout in tows of tremendous, well, out
Of a causes limitation, we find for fate in the kicking and screaming we never knew...?
Exception to heed ever better, the dance of heaven that were, the estimation of poise
Come to these and the ironic order, the lacking of silences blessing, we blew
From the beginning, the last of all things in love, with a reason for chance over choice?
Natures of simplicity, found with a persuasive vice?
Accepting dormant vied, portraying the dominion of courage, a collapse of all into indigency?
That continues with, if love or substituted for arguably, the mission of copes sighing...
As if salt has a sense for any soul that began here with avarice, the times are, precisely...
Shame a toil, in the brief
Care but silence, when altogether we have lied
Making the noise of hate, to suggest a curiosity is thee
West with the patience of love
Torn between sex and malice, with a craft to ask...
Tomorrow in promised since, the corner of does
A chastity in the name, of charisma, have the sense to laugh...?
An enemy with the time...
Shadows and fury, to straighten a force for what hath
Today is a reckoning of reach and reason, we tell the crying...
From, the praise worthing taste is a truth, to question a knowing path...?
Yes to be, the calling of rightness if a besmitten history?
Sweet energy's entertaining the keep of a friend, that has the sense of climate
For a serious search in the now, a credence lent, meant such was mercy's epistolary
Raked over the coals of guidance, for only your opinion in the shoes of sate...
Tarnation and consternation, to look among the smiles you leave
And the craft of kinds, we remember once more, like a bell that hid from pouts
Of powers and preeminence, that thought to answer you to your face, directly for what conceives
Deceives, a host of possibility in the mere, a tout in tows of tremendous, well, out
Of a causes limitation, we find for fate in the kicking and screaming we never knew...?
Exception to heed ever better, the dance of heaven that were, the estimation of poise
Come to these and the ironic order, the lacking of silences blessing, we blew
From the beginning, the last of all things in love, with a reason for chance over choice?
Natures of simplicity, found with a persuasive vice?
Accepting dormant vied, portraying the dominion of courage, a collapse of all into indigency?
That continues with, if love or substituted for arguably, the mission of copes sighing...
As if salt has a sense for any soul that began here with avarice, the times are, precisely...
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Does Confusion Entertain Me, Or You (Or That Ghost...)
Does Confusion Entertain Me, Or You (Or That Ghost...)