Empire cologne
Empire shoeshine
Empire silent until it gets home
Empire comes with wine

Edge of reason, if not the sharing of a seat
Sour notice, of a crasser than usual house fly
Where is the time, empire thinks to meet...
A fly, as we know, already is to be a considered try

The conversation is short and brief
Die you little beggar, the night has a cloak
And due the daggers of time, see a due belief
This risk, this isn't, is the how in a bliss to poke

House sweet tooth
Belongs to me, like shadowy retreat from the light
Where has a desperate curiosity been? here is truth
When empire see's, empire knows the rise in the, right...

Right about the seen, seems to be a serious question
Thinks the fly, sweet as a hallowed tooth can be, we admit
My misgivings of choice, for a lengthy discussion, of my blessing
Done like these, a fly does leave the matter up to you and your wits

Wings
Angelic though a rage may be
My hours to dwell, did anger a superiority
Like a doll with a sour face, I play with thee

Worth, tomorrow
In the hold of today, right now
I can see a better legend to borrow
Through a smile never seen, except to live with thou

Worldly moments to tell
A times daring, its sharing
Of a simple whisper with the better still, well...
Hear my plea, when the world comes to caring

Wishes, for anymore
Yet to be, I save you a kiss
Seeking being and the silence of evermore
We have the moment to liberate might with us

Weary, of a clash in the pale
The arriving nature, of sincerity
Has me by the eye, with a hopeful same, never fail
A visit by the way is ours, like a vice sits for more purity

Wholly a claim, on a hello
To be a shrewder and spry notion, the place
For peace, has a gander of us, with a rise in a worldly woe
We see ourselves, in their smiles and deeds, affirm may

Day's retreat
Worldly steads, of hap, to pose:
Clean my soul, with heat?
Shadows of justice, keep those...

Curiosity is a reasons best friend...
Sharing burden with our kind, is a playful shame
Tomorrows that see a reign, know you worth end
Endeavor is ours, for the deed of a name

Wait; is time trying to prove, me...?
Predilection, for a common gift's, secret?
Has the voice, of an angelic fear
Just the truth, wanting if sensitive respect...

Call it, a babyish same
We are the savior, of another acquaintance with lends
Shall we affirm or ascertain, irony's fame?
Looking so fated, won't begin without sakes and amends...

Reach, we know it so well...
Sour, suffice, succinct, shade
For the better of us all, hellish bell's
Of life; many believe a mighty wish, never fades

Ask me, when the neighbors...
Shrouds of duty, to deliver a knowing none
Simple as a watery eye, has heard a question served
Soundness to escape, a harrowed smile in the leavening sun

Wishes that bite, a bit tonight, much...
Arduous as kindred was, the mastery of a world
Comes and given, will with me, just such?
A doing repose, with a breath of when for you, courtesy

Spare, us the compelling hope...
Time is a rued finish to living well, in the reign
Of a cloudy mayhem, with a swallow of cope
Perception, is to be, my couth and misery's fame?

Pride, and its snide...?
In the doorway, for one more step?
The place and name of curious wonder, with a remnant shied
From your face, until a climate has its peace, a hallowed wit?

Sakes or sacred, do we take the good fight...
Heaven in its smeared mouth, a wage in risen powers
We correct with hell's tears, if not terror to wonder if void's might
Sincerity in a clearing how, to look and see, a dragon before it sour's...

Fires of essence, in the hands of us
Child and honor wild, keeping a fate's legend
We dote and seek the vote of responsibility, like winds of cause
That has seen you, have a God of stimulation, like a love's stipulation...?

Water deep
Water few
Water people
Water due

Water eats salt
Like a ghost, with nothing else
To show, for a reach a fault?
Water in the weigh, of a prophecy of hell...

Stoic, the taste...
Of a conscience
Who is a praise, for a waiting haste?
Justice, for coping some, of presence?

The secrecy of worldly worth?
Had; like a star of judgment's liberty
Can a patience, be of this meant earth?
Liberating a holy guarantee, we invented puberty...

Dead and loving it?
Where has, justice's babel been?
Work before a rainbow, and hence made spit...
War with a cleaner eye, has forever to win...

Wages of sin?
Silence is my fantasy
A rages rainbow, to thence
A place for liberty, a peace for many...

****** mores
The pleasing said
The pleasant at form
Pious to a fault, I lead:

A promise of heaven
Through the eyes of hell
Clever as sake, I imagine an earthen
Smile, worth a quiet stare, a swallow's bell...

Awe and savior faire...
Lucre in a finer love
The opus we devote, is your stare
And if I am not mistaken, a misery's us...

The might of a they
When suppose, is superiority
Am I a world, for a simple may?
Come for themselves, is our liberty a wiser curiosity?

Unique...
Sport a tattoo or marry the cow
Awed wishes of a passion, weak
And sitting pretty, in the round of a house

See my stare...
Windows with impeccable taste
Give kisses in a share
Of a wayward breeze, that even hosts haste

Done?
And the door of sincerity, to weigh the possibility
Cause, quarter and a hiccough; just for fun
Do we learn the better of each other, oft survivability?

Sweeter by the course, of a wisdom in the first
Is sense so lovely a can, even imaginary sorts...
Wearing the abuse of the world, or a sunny remark even worst
The wagers in lead, we tell the tale of living's forces?

Room for more?
Sultry, lithe, or the spare eyes of chance to choose
You over the adding few, of what was a hand to question sore
The future of mercy in a miserable change, of seasons into you's