August 31, 2015 · 6:03 pm
William Blake
An Offering
–
Lovely, Lovely, Girl
On the Splattered Floor.
Come To me.
The Nine Hells
Have Pledged To me Thee.
By Altar, Sword, & Seal;
Cross the Gulfs & Voids
of Time’s Mortal Stream.
Seer Guide my Hand;
Fate’s Reel.
The Bargain Struck;
Blood, Strife, & Souls To Steal.
Come Forth,
Before the Sacred Stone I Kneel.
First To Take His Brother’s Life.
First To Covet Another’s Wife;
the UnHoly Bride.
Father Of Our Line.
With Serpent’s Kiss
& Lies Upon my Lips.
Inhabit This Shell
& Once Again This Land
Will Feel Steel
& the Iron Will
Of the Master
Down Below.
–
Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line
–
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June 12, 2015 · 9:17 pm
Paul Philippoteaux
Come Brothers
the Lion
Still Stands
Amra
you Roar
Butchered Dogs
Crown
His Feet
Eyes
That Shine
Blue
Through Blood
Are you
Done
Who
Can Stand
Before
the Savage
Sword
of Conan
Mirth
Still Rolling
Off
His Tongue
Come
Get Some
#B27321
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September 25, 2014 · 6:26 pm
Yule Logs
a Call
to Arms
&
a Red
Feast
Broken
Bodies
Of my
Brothers
In Heaps
I Alone
Remain
to See
This
Butchers
Bill
Paid
So the
Faces
In my
Head
may Sleep
&
the
Voices
That have
Troubled me
For so
Long
Cease
to Speak
#B27321
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