Two industrial worlds working

Two industrial worlds working
Free net
Excuse my woe
Right as bread whence entropy
Scarred with gems like man tears
Passing for the archive deal
Arrests us
Death love facing salt peace
Sees a crown
Yet follows promised sense affair
The pistol finger don't die

Dear I
Resist the way of victory
This cavern of subject bubbles remains
Seeking gaps is not nice

What is the inspiration hold?
It brings a father's chastity home by
Speaking fast of prodigal hearts
In distant beds
Beside brothers with wandering hands
Kept sober in the light of noon defeat

Love has concentrated layers
After being dusky-eyed with artist mustard
New fruit covers the lips and paws
Each foot promises to shout the other's name
The petit-nez extends in wild places
From impossible roots to mysterious ends
Less motionless in intimate venues
Having whiffed last rushes it plugs the woozy
And services the rains

Given that all births are started on hillsides
Our hearts avoid questions prescribed by content
Growing our nails in dreams
That lament the next hill
That compare skins broken
From old attractions hands
And in pictures see amours
Of mingling ends

Noble soldiers like lost fish
Are prized in the gladdened air
Of constant obligation

If behind the rage is
Dreaming barren
Clean the house
It's making chains of
Sweetened fear
To bite the people
On the level shining floor
They wall their suspicions
In a prayer to solicit ills
Establish fitness tidy lot
With professional recoil shock
Lay gaslight paper passengers
On story walls
So weeks can renew without respect
The ugly trade of pity