September 20, 2018 · 9:14 pm
Howard Pyle
Give Up
It’s Too Tough
Learn to Yap & Squeal
Join the Hamster Wheel
Don’t you Raise your Head
This Is Now your Bed
you Were Never Meant to Be
Any Thing
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September 10, 2017 · 5:44 pm
Charles-Michel Geoffroy
Any Thing
–
you
Can be
What Ever
you Wish
With me
Any Thing
In This
EndLess
Stream
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January 24, 2016 · 7:45 pm
Howard Pyle
Until Now
I’d Lost
All Hope
Till my
Fingers
Found
your Throat
the Pain
&
Shame
That Has
Made me
This Man
This Man
Who Can
Take
Any Thing
Any Thing
you Throw
From Sewer
to Citadel
has Been
my Fame
As my
Hand
Tightens
I Claim
&
End
your Reign
Poverty
#B27321
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