Halt the habit...
Sudden aggression is like night
No-no, and a foot with a limit
Too secret a fun, for answers to be right...

Caught chides, with a crown
Simple and avid, bared charisma
Is a day on the run...
With totals of might, as a dilemma

Smell, well, cunning?
Resolve the spice of a truer respect
Is a worldly face, the beginning of money?
Liking an egg, is a smoke with, what the ****?

All right, who took a shine?
To vice or vertigo, when chastity peeks
Is a bird's place, to whine?
When space has it's hiccup, this **** reeks...

Curious?
Where has a paradise been?
With the joke of the day, so furious
How does the rising moon, get away with the wind?

Watch the wagon...
From here to the future
Aid, comes from a truer loan
Of what is an our, to be curious

First comes the sound
Clip, clop; the clever and the held
Worth whatever will, a soul to allow
A peace in step with a sort's to meld

Than came the horse
Misery is for those that keep it
Whether you know a liberty, for sakes or force
Them in a stir, the tooth of wisdom sits

Last, came the wagon
Dare me, to a subtle race?
Passing a winner's gift, is all reason
Letting you have it, like resting your face...

A could and should, know when to laugh
Persuasion is like this, would is for past saves
Caught curious, caught worldly; worth has
A heaven is many more like it, sometime gave

Salt, is yours...
Now in courage
We see the decision's of power
In curious time, the world's joy to wage:

Contrary to provided ought
My nearer kind, is a legend
Many more ideas, misery's lot
Survives the creed of us, religion?

What is waiting for us...?
Same stir, same question
Answered by quite; lover we thus
Like promises found in the world's way, a voices blessing...

Conscience seems to begin here
With the day, we knew a hat
Still somehow the place of a sincerity to near
Fate copes; for those who know, what...

End's hatred with me...
Opus was a certain, hill of adding
Of a sharing, only a given cope, can give intimacy...
Believe me, the only problem here, was in the asking

Shrewd toilets
Harmony's pets
Secretive closets
Mirrored beds prevalent?

Cigarettes for Satan
Switch to dope, for a thrill...
Speed or special, wandering
Into such a smile, is for a light out to still...?

Wayward guidance...
If not a shrill note, of a universal acclaim?
Somewhere back here, we heard a silly trance
Made a time a courage, for angel's and dragon's shame?

Pretty...
And meant to be, we conceive
The irony of a soldier of love, with liberty
To sake the season of dread, we know is a child of what we know, leaves...

The rule of thumb, outdoors
Acts of depends forces, solemn of journeyed kindness
Sent to weariness for a worldly excuse, of when there is a sore
Eye meant for justice, with a being humor, that has stolen a God bless...?

A God of burden and deed, come home?
Sophistication and stirring reason, worth the patience exacted?
To remember a whole day, in the sincerity's we find with shown
Realizing a curious sake with a smile, decency we say honored lacked?

Wishes, I never wanted:
But prayed for...
Include me, when a sun fronted
A song; justice, for a silence that were

An ocean of purity, a hat of redemption
I have yet to find, in misery
Apt or deft, a lover's few; contention
Of a word, I knew with ears of liberty

A chance's meeting...
Without a soul's music...?
Then, in though is a fleeting
Cloud, with a thought to name fury's, altruistic

Patience, am I dead, when you smile?
Paradise's praises...
A lie's prayer, that I created with denial
Do we earn a savior's smile, with patience's wages?

Curious, the taste in sunshine...
A tattered hat, with must to adjourn
A rational source, to a lover's whine
Was a smile our finish, to another wish to burn?

A sunshine, a clash of worldliness
Sent to rage, for a climate of pain
That has seen you, in the voice of pasts
Proud, vengeful and sated...

I see the presence of meaning...
Hearing your coy world, become a flower
The touch of patience, paces of a prayer beaming
The scent of sin, now just death's power...?

Cool avarice?
Soaking in tears...
Braced for, secret chances
With the voice, of what had's, fears

Dread, I know thee
Thy skill, in what fetters
Weighed, instructed, and being...
Cope in failed dawns, of subtle father's...?

A wait, of causes surprise
Totals of anarchy, final austerity
Rests in the hands, of what where why's
Seem the poise, of when asking is a vanity?

King Avarice
Have you a knot, for alienation's shoe?!
So sweet a press, for what is...
A callous care in beauty's hands, the past dreamt is, due

Why the change of day?
Into the step forward, with untoward death?
Done to purpose, in the voice of why a sense of a ley
Is here, is a worldly wish, to bare your anxiety's dread?

West
Avid has a sore eye...
Made from coy strength, as if blessed
The odd image of music, is it a lie?

Beat yourself up, another day
Truth has sat in judgment
Voiced curiosity, has seen the pain
Long talks of soul, have been sent...

Resolute, worth has seen the problem
Vice is a shadow, we fell in love with
But you seem to hate, a golden whim
Has asked, is a lucre's same, a comparison with tender vision's?

Prophecy, about the truth
Venture and generosity
Has stolen the voice of youth
For out the sense of an angel's city...

A new voice has appeared
Simple wishes and the star of liberty
To share a sincere question of a season of fear
Is wisdom dreadful enough, to choose life for seed?