September 25, 2017 · 1:55 am
Hans Leu the Elder
Pay Back
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I First Heard of Him
When He Came Before the Ethics Committee.
During the Trial of Edwin Mercer
Head of the Obama Corp,
For Crimes Against Humanity.
For the Genetic Testing & Research
He Had Conducted On Inmates
of Both Mental Health Facilities & Prisons
or Any One Else He Pleased
Like the Murder & Detainment
of Any One Who Got In His Way;
Families, Lawyers, Judges
He Killed Them All.
I Will Never Forget
How That Nondescript Man
Walked Down That Aisle
& Demanded
In a Booming Voice
I Claim the Oldest Law of Them All,
I Claim the Right of An Eye For An Eye,
Just As This Man Murdered So Many
He Shall Die
Not Coddled In a Cage
but Right Now
Like the Dog He Is.
I am
Pay Back
& Then
the Screaming Began
As the Bones Were Broken
From His Toes On Up
Till Just a Gurgling,
Mewing, Mess Was Left
& Then Just a Stain.
I Would Learn Later
He Was a Master of Disguise
As Well As
His Own Bodies Matter,
He Could Absorb Any Force Directed At Him
Then UnLeash It How & When He Chose.
Abilities Given to Him by the Very Corporation
of the Man He Had Just Killed.
He Was Test Subject
& Now He Was a God
Now you Couldn’t Crack His Skin
or Poison His Wine
Now you Can’t Kill Him
He Just Won’t Die
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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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May 11, 2015 · 12:07 pm
Gustave Dore
Children
Shall I
Recite my
Tales
Of
a Failing
Father
of a
Son
&
Daughter
Only Laughter
At the
Jest
Of a
Name
I Can
not Claim
Things
That Will
Haunt me
to the
Here After
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