October 14, 2022 · 4:32 am
to Sing you
To Hell
Vengence
Is Mine
Through Dark
Tangled Streets
An Eye
For An Eye
the Old Laws
Cry
Die
Die
Die
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June 12, 2019 · 8:23 pm
UnSuspend B27321 on Twitter
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the Only Thing #Deleted
Is my Right to Be #Free & Equal
Courtesy of @jack & @TwitterSupport
#ShadowBan
#FreeAssange
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What Kind of Explanation or Verdict Is That:
There Is #Cancer
In the System
All you Have to Do Is Listen
To the #Silence of my Cry
No Support
Just a Short Rope
As I Strangle
& Die
#SaveJulian
#B27321
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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 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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April 3, 2017 · 4:51 pm
Howard Pyle
Rejection; Depression
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Rejection
a Word
I Know
All too Well,
a Word
That Has Burned a Hole;
Marked my Soul.
Driven me To be a Lone.
Never to Know Home,
to Own Nothing,
But Scars I Can Not Hide;
That Multiply
With Each Passing Day.
They Weigh One After Another;
Suffer.
That Is the Bread I Break,
the Ache
of Never a Praise
or a Raise
to Lift me a Moment
From my Torment.
my Eyes Search
For Why
This Has to Be my Fate
& May Be
I Cry
Just a Little
When I Remember
It Is Too Late,
To Begin a New;
to Bloom.
So I Huddle In my Covers
& Dream Dreams of Death.
For I Have Not the Courage Yet,
to Die;
Sublime
& In my Mind
I Find
Depression At Its Best,
a Laughing Joke,
Another Poke;
That I am Neither a Live or Dead
Just Shambling Through
One More Room
In This Tomb
I Call Life
& I Wonder To my Self
Could This Be a Test;
Then I Smile;
Liar.
Don’t Bother Trying
It Will End
Just Like the Rest.
So Don’t Sit & Fret.
It Can’t Be Met,
Perhaps It’s Time
to Rile Up
the Demons In your Breast;
To Summon Up
All the Angst & Hate
& Serve Them Up a Bitter Plate
Rife With Gun & Knife.
So They May Share
the Loss That Is my Life.
These Are the Things
That Swirl Through my Brain,
That Drive me InSane;
Red,
Raw,
Murder.
Shall I Take your Hand
ForSake This Land
or Am I too Weak,
Another Loss I Think.
Another Rejection
to Add to my List of Depression,
a Debilitating Disease
That Will Have you On your Knees.
Not Good For a Thing
That Is How It Has me
With Out
Hope
#B27321
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December 27, 2016 · 9:24 pm
Howard Pyle
the Pain
&
Shame
of Past
Remains
–
Five Senses
That Cry
In
the Night;
the Past’s
Iron Hand
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June 4, 2016 · 2:24 am
Evariste Vital Luminais
Captain Bull Shit
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I am
a Super
Hero
I Cry
Bull Shit
When Ever
I See
It
If I
Have
Abused
my Powers
Only you
Can
Tell me
How
to Stand
In
a World
of Plastic
Clowns
Is Why
I Was
Endowed
–
Bull Shit
Is
the Cry
As I
Dot
you
In
the Eye
Bull Shit
Is
the Theme
As I
Beat you
To
your Knees
Bull Shit
Is
the Sound
As I
Put you
In
the Ground
#B27321
–
Now Remember
Kids
Only you
Can Prevent
Bull Shit
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December 15, 2014 · 5:00 am
Karl Jauslin
Mists
Drift
Upon
the Fjord
Of my
Father
Making me
Long
For Blood
Steel
&
Honor
Different
Times
Yet
the Song
Still Lingers
In Ears
Not Too
Deaf
To Hear
the Wanton
Cry
Of
the Valkyries
Bed
#B27321
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