Same first to function worst
Etc. in portion, a love of misery
Room to sake, the tale of exaggeration to occur
The toil of laden adage, as if worth in history

Quiet?
And the kiss of a mystified angel...
Ought in the now, norm was a frank might
To tell a tale of liability and distance, to love we still...

Marvel's?
Ply and the door of significance
Still a friends wishes, the audacity of welcome
To a spite in tone and service, a voice of peace?

Prayer's?
The visit of gullibility to a time
Through and done though, a heart is a waking cares
That has accepted home, as a living truth, a demons crime?

Haven't?
In beauty and sense, the league of when a chastity has come
Of age, the taller the tree to a mimicry, a promise to relent
With the form of deed and bared stead, do we seem done?

Dance's?
Overtly the kind come, of a gentle majority
To where and many ought airs, of when a life romances
The tale of creed, is a care to give ours, or is patience an enmity?

Savior's?
With the west of the wind to prove, a hatful of discussed
Method and duty to a friendship in lore, we mind stares
Of a life long haste, to decide whether family is thus?

Misery?
And the blind moment of a kiss no one wanted...
But the passion of a silence that took you for a deem of liberty
Meant one step ahead of you, is a guarantee of cause yours to lead?

Pain?
As astute or cunning a means may be...
The legend of grooming a hate for the table of sense, though plain
The world of ye, is a concept in gray, that comes from love to anarchy?