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September 20, 2018 · 9:14 pm

Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Howard Pyle

Give Up

It’s Too Tough

Learn to Yap & Squeal

Join the Hamster Wheel

Don’t you Raise your Head

This Is Now your Bed

you Were Never Meant to Be

Any Thing

#B27321

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August 31, 2018 · 7:53 pm

Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Waterhouse

I Reach Out my Hand

& you Just Turn aWay

Tell me Again

About the American Way

#Truth & #Freedom

Does It Taste the Same

Turning your Head

Just Fills my Grave

Little Ewes

Are you Going to Behave

& Become True Cowards

This Very Day

–

you Talk

All This #Shit

I’m Calling It

#FreeAssange

#B27321

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https://twitter.com/B27321/status/1025793181466746880

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August 27, 2018 · 12:58 pm

Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Alexander Litovchenko

8 Yrs In the Hole

I Know the Kennels of Men

the Loss of #Hope

the Rope

They Tie Around your Head

#Rise

Do Not Bow Down

& Cower In your Bed

Show Them That #Truth

Is the Savior of Men

#B27321

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https://twitter.com/B27321/status/1019952448738332673

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March 27, 2018 · 3:45 am

Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Henry Fuseli

Second Sight

–

my Oldest Dream

Remembering

Hauntingly

I as a Child

In my Boy Hood Home

Hear a Thing That’s Crying

In the Bath Tub Down the Hall

I am Frozen

Filled With Dread

but I Must Know

I Must Go a Head

So I Pull a Side the Sheet

to Find

a Baby Balling

Through Blue Eyes

Looking Up At me

It’s Head Was Detached you See

Laying At Its Feet

It Was Accusing

Like I Had Done This Despicable Deed

Many Years Later

That Scene Would Become Reality

Disturbingly

#B27321

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September 25, 2017 · 1:55 am

Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Hans Leu the Elder

Pay Back

–

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

#B27321

& 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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April 29, 2017 · 10:26 am

Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Henry Fuseli

Ravioli Knights

–

Infidelity
a Broken Ring,
a Vow
That Means
Nothing Now,
Lies
Like Spread Thighs;
Cottage Cheese For Seasoning.
True
That Should Have Been
Like Glue,
Not
Like Rot
Seven Seasons Dead.
In This Room
I Have Been Held
For the Murders of you
I Thought a Friend
& the Mob Who
Bought It
Trying For my Head.
Just me you See
With a Canned Good
Against you
& Three.
the Misery I With Stood
2 To the Chest
& One Beside the Eye.
Yes,
the 45 Caliber Kind.
to Drain & Die
On This Kitchen Floor
Was Not What I Was Made For.
If I Was to Die
It Was to Be In Battle Sweet
or Between the Legs
of a Lady Riding High.
Not Treachery
Both Foul & Deep.
Luring me With Sex & Song
to the Valley of Sleep;
Having Done
I Went For a Bottle of Beer
& Surprise Who Should I Meet
But 3 Long Shadows
Waiting There For me.
Flash,
Flash,
Flash,
Down I Was InDeed,
Blood Red Agony,
Not a Breath to Breathe,
Pain Bright Dizzying.
Laying There Wondering
If This Was the End For me,
the Vest Had Not Held
& Crimson Was Blossoming.
They Left to Check & See,
To Get the Stuff to Dismantle me.
In the Tub to Bleed
& Then the Cutting;
No, No,
Not For me
As I Slipped Ravioli In a Sock.
First,
I Came to Crush your Skull
my Lovely Little Girl.
Then the Man
Who Came to Gut me Like a Pig
& Then the 2
to Help Move.
It Was Such a Gristly Scene,
Had to Be Burning.
I Will Never Forget
That Night.
Standing Above
Those Broken Things
Screaming Triumphantly
As the Kerosene Burned Bright,
Ravioli Nights
#B27321

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https://theprose.com/post/154950/ravioli-knights

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April 6, 2017 · 5:56 am

Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Spencer Stanhope

Crimson Queen

–

Satan; Adversary,
Lucifer; Morning Star,
but She was Older much Older.
Older Than the Castrating Cult
of the Great Mother;
Cybele,
She Was the Oldest
& Greatest of Gods,
She Was Eros;
Desire,
the Crimson Queen.
& We,
my Family & I
Have Served Her
Since Man
First Crawled From the Wild.
We Who Have Suckled From Her Tit.
Who Have Known Her
As Pandora
& Again
As Eve.
We Were There
When the Walls of Troy Fell
& Again
When We Pierced the White Gods Side.
We Are the Ones
Said to Wear the Mark;
the Mark of Cain;
the Spear
& to This Day
We Are Still Known
As the Sons of the Dragon.
Yes,
Even He
of the Impaling Fist
Served Her;
Her
Blood Red Bliss.
She Who Came to Us
When the Moon Was Swollen,
Swollen With Sin
& Desire
Desire
Like Fire.
a Fire to Sear your Soul
& Strip your Sanity.
Bacchanalian Rites
of the Blackest Kind,
Orgies
of Mutilation & Murder.
She Would Stroll Through
Some Times Stopping
to Touch a Subjects Head.
As Her Worshippers
Offered Up Their Bloody Sacrifices;
Dripping Mangled Manhood.
Blood Wine
Heaped With Herbs
of the Darkest Sort,
Flesh of the Fallen;
Man,
Beast,
or Child;
Was the Feast We Had.
Screams of Agony & Ecstasy
In the Torch Light,
the Scarlet Flames Illuminating
Hellish Flickering Scenes
of Satanic Night.
She Covered In the Blood of the Devout,
Licking Her Fingers
Bouncing About
All Eyes & Thighs,
Tits & Ass.
Tonight I Was to Receive my Birth Right.
Ouroboros; the Snake Circle,
So Driven by Desire
It Eats Its Own Tail;
to Take the Place of my Father,
I the Oldest Surviving Son In an UnBroken Line
Since Life Began.
I to Sit Upon Her Left Side
& He
to Cross Over
& Serve Her In Her Own Land;
Hand Picked Children
In the Image
of Lillith.
#B27321

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https://theprose.com/post/147052/crimson-queen

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March 31, 2017 · 6:13 pm

Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Howard Pyle

New; Knew

–

I Don’t Know If Its New,
But I Do Know It Was New To me;
Nor Had I Ever Heard
Such a Thing Described To me.
For I Don’t Believe
They Are From This World or Any Other.
Demons Ripped From Another Dimension;
Nightmares Rendered Real.
Crazy I Know.
That Is Why I am Writing This,
Because Only On Paper
Can I UnLeash
This Torrent of Conflicting Emotion.
To Try To Make Some Sense of It,
To UnBurden my Mind,
Because Sex & Drink
Just Doesn’t Make It.
the First Time
I Was Drifting Through Some Southern Towns
& I Came Upon It,
In a Glass Case;
a Human Brain
With Filaments
Like Spiders’
Legs
& It Spoke To me,
In my Brain of Its Need to ImPregnate me.
I Escaped & Returned to Kill It
& Its Keeper.
Once Again
When I Was Working
As a Carny In a Run Down Town,
I Dealt Death to Another
In the Visage of An InSane Clown.
Nothing In the News Papers,
No Bounty On my Head;
I Know I Killed Them;
I Know Their Dead.
I Don’t Want to Go Back;
I Don’t Know If I Should.
Scared,
Edgy,
Shot Gun By the Bed;
Crazy,
MayBe;
I Can’t Get Them Out Of my Head.
I Can’t Stay I Have To Go.
Wait;
What Was That,
a Knock On the Door.
#B27321

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https://theprose.com/post/143098/new-knew

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December 10, 2016 · 6:21 pm

Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Antoine Wiertz

Antoine Wiertz

—/—/—-

–

Discarded
Dreams
of Immortality
&
Meat
Puppets
that Scream
of Blood
that Flows
like Sand
Reanimated
Man
the Damned
‪#‎B27321‬ ‬

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–
These Are my Thoughts
As I Dine On
Canned Beer
& Beans
& Meat
Better Left
Unexplained.
They Say It Came From Fukushima,
Radioactive Waste
Flooding the Seas.
I Just Know
It’s Real,
Like West’s
Sinful Serum
the Dead
Won’t Stay Down.
Killing Friends,
Lovers,
& Kids
In a Nightmare
That Won’t End;
a Game Played
In Blood,
Bullets,
& Pain.
Head For the Hills,
Fresh Water,
the Mountains,
the Oceans;
Poison,
the Cities
Choked
With a Rictus
Grin.
This I Say
To you,
When the Dead
Walk
the Living
are Damned.
#B27321

–

https://theprose.com/post/116642/n-a

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August 6, 2016 · 9:52 pm

Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

FriendShip

–

a Meaning
Less
Word
Till you
Show me
It’s Worth

–

Not

In Words

But

Weight

&

Measure,

To Hold

your Head

Up,

That

my Friend,

Is Treasure

#B27321

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https://theprose.com/post/52767/friendship

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