WINE AND GATES
Heroines Ending They're Sentences With Spite...
Lots to tolling bells, charity?
Sweet overtures in candors ears
Spill of light onto ourselves, the caring and the staring
Hell is a wishing fool, with the time to swear dread is near?
Passion and terror, thorough in our hands
For an evening watch, the truth in a complex eye
Stilling and formed with a reality, to sing in our lands?
Poised to strike, the conversation of a culprit in smiles...
Sense returns, antipathy running for the sight
Of panic and condemnation, we heard is a liberty?
Levitous enough to swell at the touch, of courage's insight
Long teeth and the tongue of a prophecy of consciences on fire, with humanity...?
Simple sands of difference, to defer to us, the coping hunger?
Avid in the stir of thunder and the lightning we hope, is a rain
Never more, than neither to nix, the clash of worth in a smile so dangerous
Seen lots of compliance and mortal adjust, is but a commitment to pain?
Pain in the rallying gift, of comprehension that has a clue
Taken from sincerity and the sore hunt, of wisdom to remember guidance
Is a question to survive the occult, the dalliance, the bespoken rue?
Of a trust of children, still at the threshold of summation, imagination haunts...
Time
And the sport of compliment of a rhyme
Heired and aired, with the cold shoulder we accept, is a curiosity in spare and trying
A little more silence than soap? here is the machine that started crying...
Sweet overtures in candors ears
Spill of light onto ourselves, the caring and the staring
Hell is a wishing fool, with the time to swear dread is near?
Passion and terror, thorough in our hands
For an evening watch, the truth in a complex eye
Stilling and formed with a reality, to sing in our lands?
Poised to strike, the conversation of a culprit in smiles...
Sense returns, antipathy running for the sight
Of panic and condemnation, we heard is a liberty?
Levitous enough to swell at the touch, of courage's insight
Long teeth and the tongue of a prophecy of consciences on fire, with humanity...?
Simple sands of difference, to defer to us, the coping hunger?
Avid in the stir of thunder and the lightning we hope, is a rain
Never more, than neither to nix, the clash of worth in a smile so dangerous
Seen lots of compliance and mortal adjust, is but a commitment to pain?
Pain in the rallying gift, of comprehension that has a clue
Taken from sincerity and the sore hunt, of wisdom to remember guidance
Is a question to survive the occult, the dalliance, the bespoken rue?
Of a trust of children, still at the threshold of summation, imagination haunts...
Time
And the sport of compliment of a rhyme
Heired and aired, with the cold shoulder we accept, is a curiosity in spare and trying
A little more silence than soap? here is the machine that started crying...
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Heroines Ending They`re Sentences With Spite...
Heroines Ending They`re Sentences With Spite...
