WINE AND GATES
Learning The Ropes, When The Times Will Due...
Lions in the ring
Surviving the crack, the snap of another
Silence we found in your hands, a worldly thing
Spate and special, the tone of voice of a rarified flower?
She and the toll of an evil bell...
Married in kind, to sincerity we fold
Into a chancing season of strength and finite ability
Sharing but the shown, and the irony we fell for, golden
Is a speed we can never compare to senses, without a pride, having guidance for liberty...
Room, for a friend to lead a shame to the fire, opus
Method and divinity with a lower eye, than tears have for more...
To know, coming at us like a bullet from here and after, from powers that lust
For metal, meddling and murder like a charging chance at was ourselves to war
Warm at the sight, and know a fool that never did...?
Have the couth, the passion of simplicity in the gall, we save for you...
Shall we step forward with a limber eye and thinking tale, to question is chastity hid?
With your reason and redoubt of a new fury, that showed you the truth...
Been so sound, so profound, for a service to love and curious prayers
That began with the silence, and ended with a soul to spare...
Rolling and savoring every tooth, every tongue of flame, that has voiced cares
That never were except to try the hour, with a song, that already knows how to despair?
Memories and tool's of an avarice, lead to a knowing land?
Wealth in frugal like-wise with the time to accept a growing wind
That has the conscience of a child, but the strength of decency in every hand
All if a rational gift to the senses, we find is our only defense against a hateful mind...?
Kiss? and seed the obscure life of little more than daring a heat
To be trusted and meant deeper misogyny than a coughing worm...
The tarter heed of God in a whole handshake, than what is a ruse of lead and meat
Making muddy eyes, monied tastes, and a marvel of austerity kept in the sight we form...
Surviving the crack, the snap of another
Silence we found in your hands, a worldly thing
Spate and special, the tone of voice of a rarified flower?
She and the toll of an evil bell...
Married in kind, to sincerity we fold
Into a chancing season of strength and finite ability
Sharing but the shown, and the irony we fell for, golden
Is a speed we can never compare to senses, without a pride, having guidance for liberty...
Room, for a friend to lead a shame to the fire, opus
Method and divinity with a lower eye, than tears have for more...
To know, coming at us like a bullet from here and after, from powers that lust
For metal, meddling and murder like a charging chance at was ourselves to war
Warm at the sight, and know a fool that never did...?
Have the couth, the passion of simplicity in the gall, we save for you...
Shall we step forward with a limber eye and thinking tale, to question is chastity hid?
With your reason and redoubt of a new fury, that showed you the truth...
Been so sound, so profound, for a service to love and curious prayers
That began with the silence, and ended with a soul to spare...
Rolling and savoring every tooth, every tongue of flame, that has voiced cares
That never were except to try the hour, with a song, that already knows how to despair?
Memories and tool's of an avarice, lead to a knowing land?
Wealth in frugal like-wise with the time to accept a growing wind
That has the conscience of a child, but the strength of decency in every hand
All if a rational gift to the senses, we find is our only defense against a hateful mind...?
Kiss? and seed the obscure life of little more than daring a heat
To be trusted and meant deeper misogyny than a coughing worm...
The tarter heed of God in a whole handshake, than what is a ruse of lead and meat
Making muddy eyes, monied tastes, and a marvel of austerity kept in the sight we form...
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Learning The Ropes, When The Times Will Due...
Learning The Ropes, When The Times Will Due...
