August 31, 2018 · 7:53 pm
Waterhouse
I Reach Out my Hand
& you Just Turn aWay
Tell me Again
About the American Way
&
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
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you Talk
All This
I’m Calling It
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April 10, 2018 · 7:04 am
Horace Vernet
me
So you
Can
Sell
my
Make It
Reach
For a
Few
Dollars
you
my Friend
Have Been
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January 26, 2016 · 9:21 pm
Henri Meyer
To Make
It
a Platform
to Reach
the Sky
Here Is
a Prose
Idea
a Round
Table
of Professionals
Those
Who
Have Contacts
In Their
Craft
to Push
Us
Past
to Support
&
Mentor
Those
That Keep
the Fire
a Live
a Corner
Stone
to Make
Our Words
Thrive
Champions
So
we May
be Heard
Champions
So
we May
Rule
the Written
World
#B27321
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May 25, 2015 · 10:44 am
H.P. Lovecraft In 1915
The Eerie Music of H.P.
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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.
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Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line
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