September 26, 2017 · 4:14 pm

Howard Pyle
Silent Reign
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Silence
How
It
Reigns
a Rain
of Pain
to Cut
Furrows
In
the Hardest
Heart
the Stain
Of
the Grave
Holding Us
a Part
Putrid Flesh
That
Will Never
Heat
With Love
Again
Coffin Wood
Is Now
your Bed
my Dear
&
my Words
I Fear
you
Will Never
Hear
Just
the EndLess
Wait
to Join
your Side
the Reply
To you
& I
Never Separate
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January 24, 2016 · 7:45 pm

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
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