Wages Of Light, To Earn The Better Of Silence
Some be, Zion bee
Well for you, a hateful smile
Sour and little, a hurt savior to lead
Weight in the water, and a craving mile
Towers in the now, towers in the how
Somewhere with a lover, silliness
Powers will dwindle, indignancy stills love
Merry to keep, a rising shower of worth, flowers in a strength
Merit, today
The future of simplicity with us
The dour cares of rights and shade
For a moments mind, that has the sense to discuss
Way beyond the horizon...
Since and heat, hence and seat
Is for me, a weary swallow of better wine
Towers to dream once more, the gifts of need
Care
Hell, is a willing slave
Show me the stare you know, a rage in the sour and fare
Well to do, due the roses in your heart, with a reaching smile we have...
Clarity, the bell has wrung, from the beginning to the last
Anarchy for a friendlier sin, is all that matters when a mind commits life
To a seldom of remorse, in the name of properness that is a western question to ask
Dread, have we ever known the better without a lip of lordship in the same of witnessing a climb?
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