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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Henryk Siemiradzki

your Sacrificing Americans

For Votes

I Hope you Choke

Is There No Criminal

or Civil Suit

Pursue It 

How Is That Not Treason

Foreign Troops

to Give US the Boot

the Democratic Scoot

to Gain Control

Over Every Part Of your Life

Loot

Southern Plantation

ReBoot

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Peter Nicolai Arbo

a Mother Fights For Her Cub

That’s Love

Can you Not See This Is Wrong

Stand Strong

 –

Can We

Do Any Less

For Her Son

you Deserve

a Rest

After Defending your Nest

I Hope you Feel Better

& your Son’s

Pain Is Less

We Will Continue To Test

Is Human Decency Left

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Howard Pyle

Granite City

Granite the City I Come From

Like the Stone I’m Hewn Of

What Have you Ever Done

For This Dying Steel Town

but Harass the Man

Who Has Turned Our Frown

I Hope When Next We Meet

We Have Given you

Republican Seats

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Alexander Litovchenko

8 Yrs In the Hole

I Know the Kennels of Men

the Loss of

the Rope

They Tie Around your Head

Do Not Bow Down

& Cower In your Bed

Show Them That

Is the Savior of Men

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The Pilgrim’s Progress

Adversary of Man

you Ask
What
the Devil
Means
to me
Why
He Is
me
& I
be He
Since
I First
Felt
Want
or Desire
All Those
Things
That Make
me Less
Than
I Could
be
the Adversary
of Man
I am
the Second
Side
of my
Hand
the Loss
of Hope

#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/153057/adversary-of-man

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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Howard Pyle

Rejection; Depression

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 

https://theprose.com/post/146018/rejection-depression

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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

Hope

Is Like
a Rope
To

Free you

From
your Sty

#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/51039/hope

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Peter Nicolai Arbo

Peter Nicolai Arbo

#‎DemocracyIn5Words‬

the Freedom
to ‪#‎Be‬
me.

For the
‪#‎Good‬
of Man.

Hope
That ‪#‎Things‬
Will
Change.

to Make
‪#‎What‬
we Dream.

What
the ‪#‎World‬
Should Be.
‪#‎B27321‬

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Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

Until Now
I’d Lost
All Hope
Till my
Fingers
Found
your Throat
the Pain
&

Shame
That Has
Made me
This Man
This Man
Who Can
Take
Any Thing
Any Thing
you Throw
From Sewer
to Citadel
has Been
my Fame
As my
Hand
Tightens
I Claim
&

End
your Reign
Poverty
#B27321

https://theprose.com/post/36652/untitled

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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Eugène Delacroix

Eugène Delacroix

Leighton’s Projector 

I Have Done It.
I Have Created the Projector,
a Portal to Another Dimension.

X

or What Ever the Inhabitants

of This Hellish World,
the Shadow People Call It.
Long Have I Fought

These Delusions of a Fragmented Mind.
Now,
They Will Find

That my Insanity was No Laughter.
That These Were the Demons

That Escaped the Chest,
Till Only Hope was Left.
These Were the Maladies,
Our Second Selves.
All Our Fears & Self Loathing,
Like Diseased Bags In the Wind.
Purge This Land

Till Only God Man Is Left Standing,
We can Win.

Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line 

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