WINE AND GATES
Adding The Monster, Asking The Mother, Of Intention...
Sweet water
Inner consciences first and only, kiss
Looking well, into the mirror of hatred?
We tell the world to be, the coming sorts of bliss...
Ears of otherwise known, commitment to lived news
Simple language for a neophyte clue
Is almost, the courage to be, of a host or all and anarchy? whose
The responsible, the taste of ulterior motive, for a babe to shew?
Looking about, what is to be a solemnness's waiting home?
The tale of seclusion and its honor to become a reasoned face...
The toil of chances; changes that could, know a better time for how, we are those
Not a cleverer shadow in the gain, of prowess that is our, silent betrayal...
Sweet water, not the blindness of an age
To welcome the sordid to a table of suppose and duly most
When only one day of reach and rational, has a claim for its danger
The reality of another dream of pining and distance to life, that pain has come to host?
Inner consciences first and only, kiss
Looking well, into the mirror of hatred?
We tell the world to be, the coming sorts of bliss...
Ears of otherwise known, commitment to lived news
Simple language for a neophyte clue
Is almost, the courage to be, of a host or all and anarchy? whose
The responsible, the taste of ulterior motive, for a babe to shew?
Looking about, what is to be a solemnness's waiting home?
The tale of seclusion and its honor to become a reasoned face...
The toil of chances; changes that could, know a better time for how, we are those
Not a cleverer shadow in the gain, of prowess that is our, silent betrayal...
Sweet water, not the blindness of an age
To welcome the sordid to a table of suppose and duly most
When only one day of reach and rational, has a claim for its danger
The reality of another dream of pining and distance to life, that pain has come to host?
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Adding The Monster, Asking The Mother, Of Intention...
Adding The Monster, Asking The Mother, Of Intention...