October 14, 2018 · 6:47 pm
Gustave Dore
Dragons
of Krynn
Wurm’s
of Sin
the Dark Queen’s
Sordid Git
Stars Fall
Constellations Worth
to Fight & Die
& Then Transport
This World Dies
Rebirth
the Struggle Continues
For the Just
For We Are All Flawed
& Chaos Must
Fall Before
a Kender’s Lust
the Child
That Never Dies
Still Lives
Behind Our Eyes
the Twinkle
of Mischief
What’s Behind
the Next Sun Rise
( the Jewel That Cried )
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March 8, 2017 · 9:18 pm
Gustave Dore
Fuck, Fuck; Fucked
–
To be
Fucked
Is What
It Means
to Cross me.
the Bitter
Sting
Of
the Raping
by Pen
& Prose.
As
I Ram
my Cock
Down
the Throat
Of you
Dirty Hoes
& the
InSanity
In me
Giggles
As you
Try
to Scream
No.
In & Out,
In & Out,
While
I Fuck
your Mouth;
Gurgle
& Moan.
the Rape
Of
your Brain
With Rhymes
That Won’t
Slow,
Till
a Quivering
Wreck
Is All
That’s Left.
a Twisted
Bit
of Crumpled
Paper;
Wasted.
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July 24, 2016 · 12:03 am
Gustave Dore
Murder
–
I’ll Murder
you
Murder you
Murder you
Murder you
With Words
In Case
you Haven’t
Heard
I’ll Come
To your
House
or
Pull you
From your
Spouse
With Words
Words
Words
Words
you Got
your Little
Clique
&
you
Think
you’re
the Shit
I’ll Kick
In your
Door
Yes,
With Words
Words
Words
Words
Because
When
the Words
Have Stopped
You’ve
All Ready
Been Dropped
With Words
Words
Words
Words
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May 19, 2016 · 7:02 am
Gustave Dore
For you
–
Lost
Love
a Tale
of Woe
This Is
What
Screams
To me
For you
my Lyre
Would Sing
&
I
Would Go
Down Deep
To
the Very
King
&
Melt
His
Icy Throne
Just
To Taste
your Sweet
Skin
Once
More
#B27321
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March 24, 2016 · 11:26 pm
Gustave Dore
Old
Is my
Search
I Roam
To Find
a Haven
a Home
Only Loss
Have I
Known
the Bitter
the Cold
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January 29, 2016 · 8:00 pm
Gustave Dore
& She
Like a Mother
Introduced me To Heather
a Runner
of Back Alleys & Clip Joints
All Dark Eyes
& Gin Soaked Thighs
I Let Her Lead me Down That Hall
& Many More
In Love With the Waste
That Became my Life
The Knife
& Impossible Heists
Were the Dreams I Would Cling To
As the Sodden Sheets
Muffled Our Screams
Mad Dogs
Who Bite
Burning Way
To Bright
Mesmerized
By
the Light
Would we
Find
Death
To Night
#B27321
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November 29, 2015 · 7:21 pm
Gustave Dore
It Is
a Hard
Road
to Hoe
the Satisfaction
Must be
In
the Fight
Write
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October 12, 2015 · 5:25 pm
Gustave Dore
Take our
Guns
We Will
Fight
With Sticks
Stones
&
Bows
Arms
&
Armor
From
your Enemies
you Will
Feel
the Throes
Resist
the Milking
Be
a Man
Once More
#B27321
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September 30, 2015 · 2:12 am
Gustave Dore
For Steel
&
Death
the Valkyries’
Breath
We Go
to Face
the Morn
To Fight
&
Die
Then Wake
In Odin’s’
Hall
#B27321
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June 18, 2015 · 10:44 pm
Gustave Dore
I Sit
a Lone
At
a Table
Round
All Seats
Vacant
the Circle
UnBound
No Friendly
Rivalry
Or Songs
Ribaldry
To Drive
Us On
To Heroic
Deeds
&
Thank
Less
Chivalry
All Lost
In Twilight’s
Fading
Memory
#B27321
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