WINE AND GATES
Working The Golden Rule Into A Conversation, Works Wonders (OK...?))
In step, with you...
Avoid my shadow, in its name
Is a cool cat, a catch on a clue...?
With two words for you, and a shame
Bread, is such a whole fame
Made from the ears of vice's doldrum, the tout
If not the pout, energy came...
And could a prophet remember more, the language of out?
And driven statement, the heroes of commotion
Are found with a risen eye, clinging to the past
Evocation in a heard circle, the proper miss and mister, portion
And empathy's vanity, with a mission at iniquity, to last...?
Beguile, and the music you claim, as a shrewd contender
Long to the world, and made from the spirit of conscience?
Welcome a new prophet into the circle of friends, as if the lender
Is a friend of mine, the truth in a tale of couth, with a walk about your presence?
Shame about, same again
The needs of reality to an infertile mind, your besides or mine
The awakening hour, is a relationship as king, as queen, as sin...
See the land make believe, and deal a hand of curses, the other side of a lands time
Kind us with a new life, in the hands of a chaste intuition...
Born to breath and bones of willing peace, to the sight of tomorrow
Are we so foreign, so aloof, that you don't notice a hair is, our invitation
To a marvel in high reach and lowly beseech, of a cold shoulder to borrow...?
Avoid my shadow, in its name
Is a cool cat, a catch on a clue...?
With two words for you, and a shame
Bread, is such a whole fame
Made from the ears of vice's doldrum, the tout
If not the pout, energy came...
And could a prophet remember more, the language of out?
And driven statement, the heroes of commotion
Are found with a risen eye, clinging to the past
Evocation in a heard circle, the proper miss and mister, portion
And empathy's vanity, with a mission at iniquity, to last...?
Beguile, and the music you claim, as a shrewd contender
Long to the world, and made from the spirit of conscience?
Welcome a new prophet into the circle of friends, as if the lender
Is a friend of mine, the truth in a tale of couth, with a walk about your presence?
Shame about, same again
The needs of reality to an infertile mind, your besides or mine
The awakening hour, is a relationship as king, as queen, as sin...
See the land make believe, and deal a hand of curses, the other side of a lands time
Kind us with a new life, in the hands of a chaste intuition...
Born to breath and bones of willing peace, to the sight of tomorrow
Are we so foreign, so aloof, that you don't notice a hair is, our invitation
To a marvel in high reach and lowly beseech, of a cold shoulder to borrow...?
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Working The Golden Rule Into A Conversation, Works Wonders (OK...?))
Working The Golden Rule Into A Conversation, Works Wonders (OK...?))