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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Howard Pyle

the Media

Is Controlled

by a Certain Few

& They’re

Not you

Just Trace the Ties

& It Will Show

the Lies

That They

Are Leading

Ewe

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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

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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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Avenatti

He Thinks He’s a Baller

Second Rate

Chasing the Train

Trying to Get

Off the Labor

of Another 

Just an Excuse

For a Little More

What’s He Done

but Fatten His Wallet

Assange & O’Keefe

Lets Have Some Leaks

& Get Rid of This Crawler

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16 Candles

Flaming Embers

of Pain That Resides

to Blow

Nobody Knows

the Secrets I Hide

Eyes That Shine

To Proud to

As I Crumble Inside

Birthday Years

the Bloody Gears

That Push me To

16 Candles

Where’s the Handle

to Save my Life

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Gramma’

=

I Use

#Words

Like Fists

you’ll Know

When

I am

#Pissed

Cause

the Keys

Will Sprawl

Like We’re

In a

#Brawl

& Buddy

I Never

#Miss


Will you

be

my Grammar

#Nazi

Nurse

Cause

#Manners

Cost

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Beer

&

the New

Apple Pie

That’ll Open

your Eyes

Whiskey

&

Ain’t for

No Runts

&

the

Is Absolute

Ya

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Fire Side Rhyme

Chest to Chest
Is the Contest
As I Bend your Neck Back
Further Than It Can Stretch
my Fingers Clench
Leaving Crimson Welts
Spittle Flecks
As your Blackened Tongue
Signifies a Job Well Done
& the Fear In your Eyes
As the Light In you Dies
Will Keep me Warm All Winter Long
As I Replay your Death
Again & Again
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How the World Fell

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.
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Circles

Things I Have Seen
In Drug Induced Dreams.
the Parting Of the Veil.
Could This Be Real.
I Knew you Were to Die
I Saw you Go Bye.
Not a Word Did you Speak
As you Slipped Into Sleep,
But I Saw In your Eyes
Some Thing That Haunts me InSide.
Maybe It Was Just Don’t Be Afraid
or Life Is More Than It Looks,
But I Can Not Decipher That Stare.
So When the Phone Call Came
It Rang & It Rang
& Sang of Decay.
I Was Not Surprised
Just Misty Eyed.
Though Nights When I am Alone
I Try to Break That Code,
But I Find
I Am Too Simple of Mind
& It
Falls Further From my Hand.
Maybe It Was Just the Mystery
I Needed to See
to Spur me On
to Greater Deeds.
I Do Not Know,
I Question So,
Circles Go
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