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Jean-Léon Gérôme

How Much

Fukushima Was the Beginning Of the End,
the Radiation Seeping Into Our Oceans;
Causing Mutations & InSanity;
From Fish to Man.
Driving Them to Feast On the UnInfected;
a World Damned.
I Still Dream Of the Food Riots,
When we Could No Longer Eat From the Sea.
the Crashing & Burning of Cities;
Parents Eating Kids.
Cops Going Door to Door
Rounding People Up For the Cattle Camps,
the Old & Sick Shot
& Cooked In the Street.
How I Survived Still Mystifies,
aLone & Not One Friend;
All Ways Running,
Running For the Hills.
So Many Things Have I Done
& the Things I Know I Will Do
Just To Survive Another Setting Sun.
How Many Lives Must I Take
to Pay For Mine.
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Gustave Dore

Fuck, Fuck; Fucked

To be
Fucked
Is What
It Means
to Cross me.
the Bitter
Sting
Of
the Raping
by Pen
& Prose.
As
I Ram
my Cock
Down
the Throat
Of you
Dirty Hoes
& the
InSanity
In me
Giggles
As you
Try
to Scream
No.
In & Out,
In & Out,
While
I Fuck
your Mouth;
Gurgle
& Moan.
the Rape
Of
your Brain
With Rhymes
That Won’t
Slow,
Till
a Quivering
Wreck
Is All
That’s Left.
a Twisted
Bit
of Crumpled
Paper;
Wasted.
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Jean-Léon Gérôme

Hate

Is the

Slate

That Tallies

my Wrongs

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Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

Shards

of Agony

& How

we Bleed;

the Past,

Imprisoning

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Waterhouse

Waterhouse

God

I Believe
In God
the God
That Is
me.
a God
That
Lets me
Worship
As I
See;
In Field
or Forest,
In Silence
or Song.
Whether
Star Dust
or Clay,
Freedom Remains.
to Search
& Learn,
Not Shackled
to UnMoving
Stone
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Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

Where to
Begin
the Start
a Mark
Burned
Into
my Heart
Of the
Sights
I’ve Seen
& Endless
Screams
of Men
Yearning
to Be
Free
These are
the Things
That Haunt
my Memory
Naked
& Bleeding
Welcome
my Friend
To the
Kennels
of Men
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Alexander Litovchenko

Alexander Litovchenko

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Georg Pencz

Georg Pencz

a Life

UnLived

UnLoved

the Death
of Possibility

Disposable Society
Consumes you

Never
Was
my Name

the Greed
of Man

the Sands
of Time

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Francisco Goya

Francisco Goya

your Momma, Obama

His Name Was
your Momma Obama.
Leader of the Muslin Brother Hood,
a Savior Sent to Brutalize Women & Kill Gays.
an Acid Bath or Muzzle Blast was All the Same;
& the Liberals Scream
Hurrah,
Hurrah.
Let’s Give Them Our Vote.
Fuck the Republic
Give Them Our Throat.
Jihad Is Great.
Jihad Is Good.
Flaming Ruins
Where Palaces Once Stood.
Burn Books, Preach Hate
& Blame me
Cause I Won’t Convert.
Jihad Is Great.
Jihad Is Good.
At Least we Are Not Nailed
to a Piece of Wood.
or Am I Just Miss Under Stood.
Barbarians At the Gate
& you Demand Rape.
#B27321

Disclaimer
I am Just Saying Vet
So we Know What we Get.

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Waterhouse

Stranger

Stranger,
What Is Stranger
Than Looking
In to the Eyes
of a Man
you Will Never Meet.
a Wooden Effigy
of a Man
Meant to Save me.
Save me,
From What
a World Gone Mad
From Lust & Spite.
From Religions
Screaming Kill, Kill, Kill,
In the Dead of Night.
From Politicians
Who Want
to Control my Every Right.
Stranger,
What Is Stranger
Than the T.V. Blasting Media
to Make me Number & Dumber
Than Ever Before.
Till I am So Scared
of a Quite Mind
That Constant
Stimulation
& Instant Gratification
Has Drove me Nuts.
Stranger,
Staring In to the Eyes
of a Freak,
a Man Who Thinks
He Can Be Free.
That Shackles & Prison
Don’t Mean a Thing.
That Broken Wings Can Fly.
Stranger, That Man Is me,
the Mirror Reflecting
Till Cracks
Are All I See.
Stranger, Stranger, Stranger,
the Stranger Is me.
Cut Off From the World,
Till my Soul Screams
For Human Touch,
But Strangers, Strangers,
Are All I See.
Strangers to the Pain & Tough,
Strangers When we Know
we Die a Lone.
What Is Stranger
Than Forcing my Mind & Thoughts
In to 200 Word Counts,
to Appease
my Greed & your Need.
#B27321

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