February 24, 2017 · 3:05 am
Waterhouse
God
–
I Believe
In God
the God
That Is
me.
a God
That
Lets me
Worship
As I
See;
In Field
or Forest,
In Silence
or Song.
Whether
Star Dust
or Clay,
Freedom Remains.
to Search
& Learn,
Not Shackled
to UnMoving
Stone
#B27321
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September 27, 2015 · 3:23 pm
Howard Pyle
Disturbing Dreams
–
Disturbing Dreams;
Things I Have Seen,
Since Falling In With This Crowd.
Surely It Has Been;
Lack of Sleep,
Little to Eat.
Going On Three Weeks,
a Binge It Seems.
Ruined Estate,
Over Grown Fields;
a Forest That Screams Leave me a Lone.
I Know It Has to be One of you Sick Fucks.
The Only Demons Are In my Head
&
the Day Light Shows Only Trees.
Only me;
you,
&
Her,
Left;
It Has to be
One of the Three.
–
Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line
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August 22, 2015 · 5:11 am
Caspar David Friedrich
Mist Grips
the Forest
Like
a Skeletal
Hand
Swirling
Fragments
Of
the Past
All
the Death
&
Dead
That Have
Made me
This Man
the Last
Of
a Clan
Red
Reckoning
This
I Will
Have
Before
the Grave
Closes
These Eyes
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December 19, 2014 · 7:13 am
Jean Baptiste Oudry
The Forest
of Fear
–
Are you
InSane
I am
Not
Going In
There.
Some
Thing
Is Eating
Men
In the
Forest
of Fear.
#B27321
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December 1, 2014 · 5:02 pm
Gustave Dore
Green
Is the
Forest
That Greets
me
A Path
To the
Clearing
At the
End
a Waits
Thee
This Human
Flesh
This Pale
Steed
Body
Like a
Rock
I Could
Hear
Musashi
Say
a Sapling
I Did
Snap
&
Shape
To Help
me On
the Way
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September 24, 2014 · 6:26 am
William Etty
Only
I am
Left
Trees
Still
Ring
With the
Screams
of my
Kinsmen
Is my
Will
Steel
can I
go On
Through
this Mist
Shrouded
Forest
To the
Devils
Very
Door
#B27321
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March 18, 2014 · 9:01 pm
Gustave Dore
The
Door
–
The Black
Forest
has Awakened
In
Dark
Dismal Depths
Half Devoured
Corpses
Are Discovered
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