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Arthur Rackham

Arthur Rackham

the Loneliness

&

Helplessness

of Grey

Walls

&

Locked Bars,

of Master

&

Slave

&

the Thoughts

That Remain

Their Voices

Sang

Like

the Grave,

Spiral Down

the Abyss;

Justice’s Kiss

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J.W. Kennedy

J.W. Kennedy

Still Will

To be
Mental
to Use
my Mind
to Achieve
What’s
In Side
a Cage
That Causes
Rage
Is How
I See
my Life
the Limits
Like Sin
the Walls
I Hide
Be Hind
Morality
as my
Soul
Screams
Kill
Cut
a Sway
Through
These
Bloody Bastards
I Know
Another
Sick Depravity
my Will
Steel
to Live
my Life
as
my Master
my Answer
Steel Will
to Pursue
the Life
I am
After
Steel Will
I am
After
Steel Will
Steel Will
Cut
a Sway
Through These
Bloody Bastards
Steel Will
Steel Will
Steel Will
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William Blake

William Blake

An Offering

Lovely, Lovely, Girl
On the Splattered Floor.
Come To me.
The Nine Hells
Have Pledged To me Thee.
By Altar, Sword, & Seal;
Cross the Gulfs & Voids
of Time’s Mortal Stream.
Seer Guide my Hand;
Fate’s Reel.
The Bargain Struck;
Blood, Strife, & Souls To Steal.
Come Forth,

Before the Sacred Stone I Kneel.
First To Take His Brother’s Life.
First To Covet Another’s Wife;
the UnHoly Bride.
Father Of Our Line.
With Serpent’s Kiss
& Lies Upon my Lips.
Inhabit This Shell
& Once Again This Land
Will Feel Steel
& the Iron Will
Of the Master
Down Below.

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

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H.P. Lovecraft In 1915

H.P. Lovecraft In 1915

The Eerie Music of H.P.

The Voids & Gulfs It Held In Trance.
Of Outer Gods, Demons, Devils,

& Human Headed Rats.
Of Cemetery Yards & the Animated Damned;
Trilling Throats Offer Up

Kə-THOO-Loo’s

Hideous Demands;
Human Sheep UnWilling Flesh Bags.
Allowing His Eyes to Focus & His Mind to Mingle,
as He Sits In the Deep, Deep;
Seeking to Throw Off Time’s Sleep.

Searching, Questing For the Lost Lullaby
of Dominion Over Man.
Written by the Hand of the Master Zann.
So His Children of the Sea Can Thrive, Breed,
& Hold Sway Once Again.

Starving Not Just For the Souls of Man,
But the Meat In All Its Many Forms;
In your Inner Most Dreams He Creeps,
Pulling you With In His Reach.

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

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Gustave Dore

Gustave Dore

How Far
the Fallen
He Who
Would
not
be
Slave
Not
Bray
Master
Aye

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