August 31, 2018 · 7:53 pm
Waterhouse
I Reach Out my Hand
& you Just Turn aWay
Tell me Again
About the American Way
&
Does It Taste the Same
Turning your Head
Just Fills my Grave
Little Ewes
Are you Going to Behave
& Become True Cowards
This Very Day
–
you Talk
All This
I’m Calling It
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August 29, 2018 · 7:39 pm
Bernard Picart
Hollow Moon
Haunting View
Woods & Blackened Water
Broken Cry
Feeling Wry
What a Bloody Splatter
Torn Leaves
Fallen Trees
Is That Human Matter
Feeling Weak
Cannot Speak
I Hear the Pitter Patter
#B27321
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August 27, 2018 · 12:58 pm
Alexander Litovchenko
8 Yrs In the Hole
I Know the Kennels of Men
the Loss of
the Rope
They Tie Around your Head
Do Not Bow Down
& Cower In your Bed
Show Them That
Is the Savior of Men
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August 24, 2018 · 4:53 pm
Great Men & Famous Women
247
–
to Cover your Fear
So you Do Not Hear
the Sound of Violence
Come to your Ear
Broken
Is the Home
When Pain Is Near
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August 19, 2018 · 9:08 am
Evariste Vital Luminais
All These Lands
Have Felt my Hand
As a Slave
Thief
Reaver of Men
Slayer of Demons
Toppler of Kingdoms
the Lion Crowned Dragon
All These Things I am
I Who Have Drank Blood
From my First Gasp
Pray to my Grimm Grey God
So to Shall be my Last
#B27321
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Check Him
Out
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August 15, 2018 · 10:46 am
Howard Pyle
Avenatti
–
He Thinks He’s a Baller
Second Rate
Chasing the Train
Trying to Get
Off the Labor
of Another
Just an Excuse
For a Little More
What’s He Done
but Fatten His Wallet
Assange & O’Keefe
Lets Have Some Leaks
& Get Rid of This Crawler
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August 12, 2018 · 5:19 am
Battle of Auray
Silver & Fire
Have Saved my Soul
In a Cavern of Old
a Pirates Treasure
to Fill Publius’s Ledger
Ole Bloody Tranicos
I Crossed the Door
& Was Sure
That I Would Have to Die
No Human Hand or Iron Band
Could Pierce That Demon’s Hide
I Had to Use
Forgotten Lore
Held Deep With In my Mind
to Show
a Savage Soul
Equal to My Size
#B27321
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August 9, 2018 · 3:19 am
Howard Pyle
16 Candles
Flaming Embers
of Pain That Resides
to Blow
Nobody Knows
the Secrets I Hide
Eyes That Shine
To Proud to
As I Crumble Inside
Birthday Years
the Bloody Gears
That Push me To
16 Candles
Where’s the Handle
to Save my Life
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August 6, 2018 · 9:59 pm
Thomas Cole
There Is
In the System
All you Have to Do Is Listen
To the of my Cry
No Support
Just a Short Rope
As I Strangle
& Die
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August 3, 2018 · 1:19 am
The Story of the Greatest Nations
Hordes of Death
Have Not Stopped me Yet
I a Cimmerian Son
From the Somber Land
of Steel & Bloodied Hand
a Beautiful Slave my Queen
She Who Set me Free
& Allowed me to Be
the King That I am
a Ruler of the Land
Noble Just & Right
a Lion & His Wife
#B27321
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