April 1, 2017 · 8:38 pm
Antonio da Correggio
Die For me
–
Do Machines Dream,
I Only Know
my Sex Machine
Died For me.
I Know
Who Writes
About Such a Sick Thing;
a Sex Machine,
a Vat Grown Organic:
She.
I Did Not Invent
The Technology,
But I Did
Pervert It
to My Own Need.
Why you Ask;
Simple,
Loyalty.
They Would Die
or Suicide
Before They Gave Up
On me.
I Kept 5
I Wanted 10.
Only One;
Gemini
Was Better
Than the Rest,
One I Intended To
Put To the Test.
To Afford This Lavish Life Style,
to Afford my Pets;
I Did Things,
Things
Some People
Would Regret.
Mainly
I Killed;
Poison, Gun, or Knife;
That Was the Road
I Stood.
She Would End Up
Giving Her Life;
She Who Was Like a Twin,
Like a Second Skin;
Who Could Have Been a Wife.
Will She Be the Same
When She Down Loads
To Night.
#B27321
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April 27, 2016 · 2:08 am
Waterhouse
Blood Sport
–
If you
Don’t Know
Writing
Is
a Full
Contact
Sport
you Got
aLot
to Learn
Just Look
At
the Wrecks
aLong
the Road
the Price
you Pay
the Heavy
Toll
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November 29, 2015 · 7:21 pm
Gustave Dore
It Is
a Hard
Road
to Hoe
the Satisfaction
Must be
In
the Fight
Write
#B27321
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May 9, 2015 · 12:24 pm
Laurits Tuxen
Black
Times
&
Only
the Pen
Could
Save me
From the
Road
of Gun
&
Knife
Like
the Phoenix
Craving
New Life
Would I
Have
What It
Takes
Or Burn
&
Bake
In my
Past Mistakes
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October 4, 2014 · 1:14 pm
Johannes Gehrts
Crimson
Is the
Road
I Have
Strode
Bright
With Blood
Many
Seasons
Has It
Been
Since
the Hill
Side
Was Home
I Shall
Return
With Knife
&
Sword
To Even
That Score
No More
a Babe
At Deaths’
Door
#B27321
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September 23, 2014 · 10:07 pm
Dollman
the Road
Of a
Troubled
Soul
the UnWanted
Son
Horizons
Beckon
&
the
Toll
Threatens
to Break
a Back
All Ready
Bowed
From
the Pain
&
Hate
That has
Made
a Young
Man
Old
but Bloody
Fingers
&
Broken
Nails
Still
Hold
#B27321
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