September 13, 2018 · 12:02 am
William Holman Hunt & Edward Robert Hughes
Forgotten Fields
of Rotting Meat
Yes
my Friend
a Gristly Feast
a Feast
Fit For a Beast
As I Search For the Yeast
To Get This Party
Started Over Again
I Know
Maybe I am Mad
As I Reach For my Sire’s Secret
How to Re Animate the Damned
Arkham
Where It Began
to Find my Father’s Friend
& the Serum of Power
to Set me Over the Dias of Man
Modern Day Prometheus
or Lucifer
I am
#B27321
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March 5, 2018 · 10:02 pm
Thomas Cole
Free Range
–
Stop THE MADness
you Say
& Do Not Blame
Quite Simple
One Set of Rules
& Seek the Truth
Be a Good Shepard
to Man, Beast, & Land
& Quest For the Stars
you Ask
Where to Start
Start
From the Hearth
Be a King among Men
a Hero In Heart
They Still Sing Songs
of Those That That Gave Their All
to Free Us From the Shackles of Ignorance
to Be Better Than
Climb On Out of This Cage
Free Range
#B27321
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February 9, 2018 · 6:18 am
Conan
Savage
–
Savage
you Call me
Raised From Primordial Slime
Savage
Because I Won’t Betray my Kind
Savage
Because I Stand Before you Sword & Steel
Savage
Because I Break your Bones For Meal
Savage
Better To Be Beast Than Men
Savage
Look Into the Eyes you Kill
Savage
to Stand Alone Upon the Hill
Savage
Is my Will
#B27321
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Inspired
By the Art
of #Rubus
Because
#Rubus #Rocks
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April 6, 2017 · 5:56 am
Spencer Stanhope
Crimson Queen
–
Satan; Adversary,
Lucifer; Morning Star,
but She was Older much Older.
Older Than the Castrating Cult
of the Great Mother;
Cybele,
She Was the Oldest
& Greatest of Gods,
She Was Eros;
Desire,
the Crimson Queen.
& We,
my Family & I
Have Served Her
Since Man
First Crawled From the Wild.
We Who Have Suckled From Her Tit.
Who Have Known Her
As Pandora
& Again
As Eve.
We Were There
When the Walls of Troy Fell
& Again
When We Pierced the White Gods Side.
We Are the Ones
Said to Wear the Mark;
the Mark of Cain;
the Spear
& to This Day
We Are Still Known
As the Sons of the Dragon.
Yes,
Even He
of the Impaling Fist
Served Her;
Her
Blood Red Bliss.
She Who Came to Us
When the Moon Was Swollen,
Swollen With Sin
& Desire
Desire
Like Fire.
a Fire to Sear your Soul
& Strip your Sanity.
Bacchanalian Rites
of the Blackest Kind,
Orgies
of Mutilation & Murder.
She Would Stroll Through
Some Times Stopping
to Touch a Subjects Head.
As Her Worshippers
Offered Up Their Bloody Sacrifices;
Dripping Mangled Manhood.
Blood Wine
Heaped With Herbs
of the Darkest Sort,
Flesh of the Fallen;
Man,
Beast,
or Child;
Was the Feast We Had.
Screams of Agony & Ecstasy
In the Torch Light,
the Scarlet Flames Illuminating
Hellish Flickering Scenes
of Satanic Night.
She Covered In the Blood of the Devout,
Licking Her Fingers
Bouncing About
All Eyes & Thighs,
Tits & Ass.
Tonight I Was to Receive my Birth Right.
Ouroboros; the Snake Circle,
So Driven by Desire
It Eats Its Own Tail;
to Take the Place of my Father,
I the Oldest Surviving Son In an UnBroken Line
Since Life Began.
I to Sit Upon Her Left Side
& He
to Cross Over
& Serve Her In Her Own Land;
Hand Picked Children
In the Image
of Lillith.
#B27321
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May 27, 2016 · 9:38 pm
Howard Pyle
Monte
–
the Count
of Monte
Cristo
Perhaps
the Greatest
Story
Ever Told
of Revenge
&
Love
of Miseries
UnTold
Under
the Lash
you Become
the Beast
That Was
Man
&
Can
Only Climb
Up
the Power
Money
Mad
It
Gave Him
All
He Had
the Bitterness
Of
the Past
Washed
a Way
Like Sand
&
Only
Now
the Moment
Was Left
to
Stand
#B27321
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May 25, 2016 · 4:21 pm
Joshua Reynolds
Secret
–
I Think
What
Do you
Look Like
my Beauty
my Beast
Why
Do you
Hide
From
the Eyes
Of me
#B27321
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December 5, 2014 · 9:23 pm
Joseph Wright
On Entering
I Encountered
the Twisted
Wasted
Body
Of a
Man
&
Upon
His Shoulders
Sat
the Head
Of an
Elephant
my Heart
Went Out
To This
Great
Crooked
Beast
&
the
Pain
That Only
He Must
Know
As His
Sightless
Eyes
Rested
On me
He Let
His Pitiful
Tale
UnFold
#B27321
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September 15, 2014 · 5:19 pm
Francis Barlow
the Canopy
of Colors
&
the
Caress
of Chill
Winds
Ushers
In
Thoughts
of the
Harvest
&
the
Promise
of the
Hearth
Fire
Dreams
of Howling
Wolves
Both
Beast
&
Man
Driven
Down
From
the Hinder
Land
#B27321
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September 11, 2014 · 1:46 am
Johannes Gehrts
Man
Beast
or God
I have
Conquered
All
In my
Quest
to be
Ruled
by No
Hand
but my
Own
#B27321
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September 11, 2014 · 12:20 am
Bussiere
To Best
the Beast
With In
her Breast
#B27321
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