Misery owns me...
Angels and harmony, to till a silence
With the mouth of where simplicity has a means
To an end, of self and occlusion to find, a chance

With the hours of love
In the circle of friendship, we dote
Is a mercy in form and function, if not a covenant
Of success in its drive, to the names of an infinite vote

Strangers of pasts, in the seem?
A passion with cold shoulders but heavens heart
When we are a clash to seek a question in the stir we deemed
Is a purpose beyond our matters, a living stone of what start?

A trying hope, in the needs of mere, than a person justified...
But the call of destiny in a honor to prove, the lasting
And the lesson of providences divine mind...
Where one more soul to take the liberty, outweighs even love to lend

Running for privileges seen, patience in a worthed peace
Stopping not, for pride, the tows of when suppose is a swallow
Of complexity to turn distances into another soul, of these
We have met the only God of powers, ourselves to know better allowed

Misery owes me...
Readied kind, and salute to wishes I will keep, in know
The better of many things, the truth to rally a sojourn to we
The people of history, with a moment in the sun and its care, more

The fat of the land
In a handful of beauty's toil
Worth the weapon, the wish in the sands
Of marvel's and erudite silence we foil...

Turns of children, into a barbaric claim
With the simple to play, we are a habit in cream
Spare to finish the season of a southern name?
Can, a song and dance with redoubt begin our dream?

For an ancient first to lately the order of final worst
Sidelined with a careful love, the strength we dote
In a clandestine seem of what God meant for theirs
Sitting with charisma's anger, the head of isn't a vote...

A world of sense, with one more step in mind?
Can a stone play in your lap...?
Lent the redress of tag, is our fate the voice of kind
Upon the hurt future, we select from seldom's hap?

Is it me, or did the future just fall in love, with meant?
Quiet spaces and tarter rooms, to pray for a calling bird
That has spoken like a king has remembered its covenant
A harrowing house of freshness and its vex, has made lurid?

War has a beautiful voice until ******...
****** is a wisdom to fetch remorse, like a pride had moments...
Moments with a tilling grace, are a hidden play for copious worlds...
Worlds that ought a heed of mendacity, save a heart by irony relents...

Silence...?, and a medicine in a bottle
If you have noticed a circumcision as a foil of worth
Spare to these, and with a promise in chides and prides, so rotten
But met in the sight of a wishful friend or lover, is an angel yours?

Wait with me...
In a burdened eye, a heap of silence
Made and cared for, the shadows we flee
As if a quiet friend has the time, we begin...

A God of subtlety and success
Hid in the dread we espouse, we establish
Is a character of future hope, a suddenness?
To direct us to causes, that we saw make a wish...

Of torrid sincerity, finding only the call
Of seasons baring, the bird of paradise
Is a memory to fulfil, the rather and all
In careless should, and a need, was simplicity wise?

The fight of decency, in the driven rain...
Clouds of infamy, and the stir of repose in love
Good nature versus integrity's prophecy, for the reality of praying
To a God of wonder, that has seen our decidedly kept covenant

Cold, cold days of rage
Worth the forces of outward basis, backward to uncertainty
But winning the race of life, with a secret for fate
Long gone and sung with reason, isn't a heroism your purity?

Allegiance in now, need for the thoughts of another
We welcome the reign of strength, like a sharing is a rolling curse
Alive in the wind, for a new face, of properness and loves bother
With a couth to elaborate, the truth we ourselves, know has a world...

Proper to still
Waiting on a charity's help
When energy's point to an obvious silliness
Is a coward to claim, a secret's wealth?

Eyes that rhymed with reason
Reality that knows a reaching tomorrow
Worth in a long stare, with liberty in the leaving
Is a coward to name, a problem for a lie to borrow?

Memory served, us a new tale
Through the might and redoubt, we dutifully finish
Meant as misery was, truer was in touch with a thought regal
Is a coward to fame, the other side of a justices sin, to wish?

Life with an obvious share, an hour to develop causes
In the way we were, a role of hysteria to live better
Than a callous more has a right, an identity of what were our odds
Is a coward to shame, a simplicity in love, with angel's and their letter?

Can love be a coward?
Shall and done, together in hell at last?
Would a party of redress triumphant, and its vehemence so far
Have the time, to know you for another cowardice, to never ask...

Idiot savant...?
Homage in a round eye
Sillier to compose, a safety with its day, reliant?
Misery is such a formal taint, to the legend of life...

Thumbs of distance, we know so well
Back to heralded sighs of was, a care ours to imagine?
A silence redoubting a drum, a wind, and a bell
Looking hard and fast at a voice, is a flower a host at hand?

Music with responsibility to dance, if not answer the query
Of a mutual life, in the paces and throes it took
To know you, in a larger-than-life movement, of notoriety's faring
See the well, the chime, and the fruit of me; souled for a look...

An instinct alive in peoples wishes, with a solitary terror?
Here is the twain, in name and praise...
Your seclusion in the roguish smile, that has become a stare
Sharing the spirit no one has thought to seem, except the worlds wage

Prices of patience, and the next in kin...
Sweet honors and the redeemed silence of weal, a history to attempt
A race of solemnity, with a new world to win
The strength of an echo with no end, accept the love heroism has lent...

What comes next, for a friend and their firey embrace?
Welcome a salt to its promise, here to show a liberty is not withstanding
Minds of wisdom, have the time, for a purpose face to face
Kindness sought, kindred owed, is a soul just for love wandering?

Urges, we never said...
Were the time, the thoughts of open bother
Of a sleeping prophet, with silence to lead:
A care into the limelight, with heaven to hover

A brassier share, in the need of promises
Sent from guarded selves, a world which delves
Integrity is mine for a shall and a swallow of vices
That remembers you, when patience looked for life's health

Speaking of hell...
Strange invaders, strangers in the mystery of this yarn
Weal no more, than a crash of existence, we know so well
Letting mercy see my upset, a habit has me by the toe I shall learn...

Is it me, or did I just wake up?
City's of strength, and the embarrassment of delicate poise
Have opened their doors, to a solitude that has become a covenant
With the voice we add, is silent warnings of another's choice?

Tell me the story, comes my conscience
A hap of retribution in the same, the shadows of a scream
I have made, a promising God, a sign of the times to presence
That has looked, and seen our terror, the bitterness of a demon...

Save me from a stone of kinship, with a kiss...?
Proper shape to a wish alive, in sordid chance, a wind
Of guidance and justifying malevolence, that has stolen my wish
From the heart of me, a stare of pining finish to a lie to mind...

Pillows make fast friends, if shade is forever cool, intrepid...
Interest in a careful window, is many to fathom a liberty in shyness
Acts and paces of facts, run faster than all of the powers that are, hid
When children dance, the seed of specialness is a call to wisdom's bless...?

Care for another, victim of insincerity?
Long truth's and the tomorrow of interim
Has a rather chosen, possession of sardonic not, the charity
Of privilege run so far, for a wicked dream to lend...

Cough, cough; palpable
Anecdote to share a legend, no man has let live
Longer than a kiss in the heat of a kindness to ****...
Seeing is believing, even when our hope in a purpose above, a world in love with what we give...?

Long time no see
Dancing into view, we are who
Have and a solitary save, with a voice for anarchy
Is remorse or persuasion a favorite, of the strength we show?

None, and the duty to living
The life of liberty
A safe place for harmony, to understate the giving
Of risen upset, we form into words and integrity

Despair seems to be...
But a beautiful vice has approached
Wishing us a welcome, in the needs we few and seem
Stares of this nature, have a lingering host

Ready to save, to be the one gave
A heed of profession, that is ours in sight
Of causes greater, by the common guidance we have
In context, and coping with a realm to the sense, of another's right

A vote is taken, with the marvel's of simplicity
Like no other, and with richness of ideas, to tell
The story of a neglect, come of age in all implicit being
Just a liberty's note, to a nary come well, to the nation we still...