January 28, 2018 · 5:23 am
Howard Pyle
How the World Fell
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They Said It Was an Invisible Planet,
They Were Wrong;
Dead Wrong.
It Was a Second Moon,
a Hellish Moon
to come Ripping Past;
Causing Cataclysmic Damage
& Eclipsing our Sun.
That Orb,
Like a Red Eye;
All Ways Watching,
Like a Scarlet Stain
At the Center of Our Sun;
Blocking a Quarter of It’s Light
& Giving Things a Crimson Cast.
Those That Did Not Die
When the Anarchy Hit,
Soon Perished
In the Floods & Famine
As Continents Took New Shapes
& the Food
& LiveStock
were Radically Changed
& Diminished.
For Food Did Not Grow Like It Once Did
& Animals Behaved Differently,
Confused,
Angry;
Much Like we Did,
but One Thing Did Do Well,
Rats,
Rats the Size of Large Dogs.
Hideous Pale Things
That Crawled From Their Holes
In the Night
& Ran Across
the Twisted Landscape
Bringing Death
& Disease.
Imagine If you Will
a Ruined Grave Yard
Where the Remnants of Humanity
Huddle
& Hide,
Ruled by Cadaverous Rats
Under a Pale Red Light.
That Is my Hell,
How the World Fell.
#B27321
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July 21, 2016 · 1:32 am
Eugène Delacroix
Dark Star
–
a Journey
In to
Hell
the Mind
a Walk
Down
the Darkest
Paths
of Strife
Drugs
Death
&
Demons
No Realer
Can you
Find
Sold
your Soul
To
the Man
Below
For
a Pot
of Gold
Money
Health
&
Life
Dark Star
#B27321
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a Cartoon
For
the Devil
In you
Dark Star
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April 5, 2016 · 10:38 pm
Howard Pyle
my Pub, Bub
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This Is What I Want To Hear, Bub.
After All It Is my Pub.
Some Danzig, Doro, & W.A.S.P.
Throw In Some Papa Roach & Motorhead.
Hell Some Maiden & Metallica To Keep It InSane
& Let Us Not Forget
Our Good Friend Mustaine.
Things To Make you Feel the Rub
& Pull Back a Bloody Nub.
#B27321
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March 18, 2016 · 5:00 pm
Fritz von Wille
Thy Favorite
Spell
Hell
Possibility
Is What
Works
For me
Nothing Written
In Stone
Nothing
to Make
you Groan
This Is
the Way
It Has
to Be
you See
With Possibility
There Is
Never
a Cage
Nor
the Rage
Of Not
Being Free
Only Limits
Of the
Mind
I Find
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September 24, 2015 · 2:50 pm
Howard Pyle
Down
the Darkest
Paths
my Blasphemy
Reigned
To Stand
Be Side
God
a New
Dawn
Meat
&
Muscle
the Divine
Spark
my Mark
Frankenstein
the Man
the Myth
the Monster
the Annals
of Hell
Will Sing
my Song
#B27321
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August 23, 2015 · 9:05 pm
Arthur Rackham
The Pied
Piper
Of Hell
the Mad
Minstrel
Of Plague
&
Pain
Leading Man
Down
the Endless
Hall
Of Disease
&
Discord
Whores
To Time’s
Misery
Sing me
a Song
#B27321
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March 18, 2015 · 8:07 pm
Gustave Dore
Seeking
Answers
I Had
Come
To
the Home
of Hell’s
Sad
Heroes
Those
That Thought
To Cheat
the Angel’s
of Their
Glory
To Raise
Questioning
Eyes
Why
Theirs
was To
Be the
Folly
of Throwing
Off
the Yoke
Of
a Tyrant
Most
Holy
#B27321
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November 11, 2014 · 10:41 am
–
What have you been reading?
It’s been a while since we asked.
Peter Paul Rubens
The Story
Tried
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I had just Gotten Out after a 6yr Stretch,
For an Armed Robbery Gone Bad,
Really Bad.
Fell In with the Carnie Crowd,
Started working with Them through the
Half Way House.
We use to Joke,
Half Way to Hell.
Like Most Jokes Cons make,
It’s not really a
Joke.
Where Men
Prey upon
Men
&
Life Is
Valued
In Snack
Cakes
&
Cigarettes.
What Would
you
Call It.
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October 2, 2014 · 11:02 pm
Christopher Paudiss
This Wooden
Dell
a Bloody
Screaming
Hell
the Mangled
Bodies
Give
Proof
Of the
Gypsy
Curse
That Has
Laid my
Company
Bare
the Pieces
Still
Cling
Crimson
Still
Streams
&
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September 22, 2014 · 3:42 pm
Wilhelm Wägner
the Black
Hand
of Khemi
&
a Book
of Hell
How
will
Our
Young
Hero
Fare
Venom
Drips
&
Honey
Lips
&
Not
a Care
All Wits
&
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