July 31, 2018 · 12:20 am
Henry Fuseli
–
Stroke
Because
He’s Stroking you
All the Lies
He Thinks your a Buffoon
–
With the Smile
of a
& the Grace
of a
He Danced
Around All the we Held
I’m With Out
He Said
Come Again
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July 27, 2018 · 7:57 pm
Weapon X
UnBridled Rage
Captured In
Immortal Clay
by
the Master
Romell Chopraa
Brings
the Savage Soul
of Wolverine
to Life
With Such Skill
you Can Hear
His Silent Scream
& Feel Bodies Cleave
In the Words of Logan
Great Job
Bub
#B27321
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July 23, 2018 · 9:10 pm
Friedrich Wilhelm Heine
Seeing Red
you’ll Know
the Polls will Smell
Blood
to Wash aWay
This Hell
–
Illegal Immigrants
More Rights
Than CitizenShip
What Do
Democrats Stand For
Anarchy
& Sewers to Live In
=
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July 19, 2018 · 9:45 pm
Arthur Rackham
246
–
New
Is the Site
That Greets me
Summer Dew
Sparkling Hue
Sun Through
Moutainous View
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July 17, 2018 · 1:09 am
Marchocias
Chaos Calls
me Forth
Once Again
Stained
With Sins
of
the Skin
a Pawn
a Puppet
a Piece
to Serve
a Master’s
Whim
Time
& Time
Again
I Bend
the Helmet
&
the Haft
Will They
Save me
At Last
#B27321
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July 14, 2018 · 8:49 pm
Octave Penguilly L’Haridon
&
you Can’t
Stop
This
Man
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July 11, 2018 · 11:48 pm
Hans Burgkmair
Death Rides
By my
Side
In This
Life
of Mine
a Soldier
of Fortune
Who None
May Chide
A Blade
of Honor
Against
the Rising
Tide
When Ball
& Musket
Will Out
Shine
the Time
When Personal
Combat
Could Decide
the Crime
& One
Not Millions
Would Have
to Die
#B27321
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July 8, 2018 · 6:27 am
Hans Burgkmair
245
–
Mirror/Mask
Is the Case
Imprisoning me
As I Yearn to Be Free
One
Only I Can See
Full of Haunted Memory
She Won’t Concede
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July 5, 2018 · 3:35 pm
Henry Fuseli
Through Dungeons & Dragons I Come
I Sigvat & the Black Axe I Swung
Through Countless War Dukes I Come
Through the Very Time & Space of the Multiverse
To Feed Hels’ Hungry Maw
the Blue Lady Trapped In the Blade I Wield
Trapped Like I In This Hideous Helm
Till She Gets Her Gluttonous Fill
Till She Walks Once More & Calls Forth Ymirs’ Kin
I the Symbol of Her Will
I a Symbol to Fear
For I Know No Love
but the Red Ripe Carnage of Her Swill
the Sucked Souls of Her Kill
a Great White Mound of Bodies
to Raise Her Again
She Yearns to Be Free
Can you Not Hear the Ravens Sing
Caw
Caw
Cold
Cold
Queen
#B27321
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July 1, 2018 · 3:13 pm
Christian Mølsted
—Aim—Less—
–
I Like The R.S. Aimless
(Royal Class Space Ship)
Maybe In the End
It’s All About the Ship.
(Circle)
& How It Brought Together
All These People
Like This Group
So After All It Was Not Aimless.
Bonds Forged & All That Jazz.
–
The Legend of The Seven Serpents:
From The Egg of Nothing
Came & Sprang
The Dragons of Creation …
They Poured Their Souls
Into The 7 Known Races
Before the Coming of Man
That Was
Now
He Has a Hand to Play
Sunder the Worlds
or One Great Nation
All They Left Behind
Were Dragon Scales
Pieces of Power
They Have Yet to UnFold
Myths & Legends
& Stories UnTold
Will Man
Be The Piece
That Has Been Missing
So Long
So Begins
Our Tale
(of Forgotten Lore)
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