October 13, 2015 · 11:42 pm

Louis Douzette
The Old
Gods
Speak
To me
Under
Their
Sacred Tree
Of Pain
Loss
Poison
&
Rot
Stand
Before
the Chemical
Shit Storm
Things
Never Meant
For you
Remember
Rome
#B27321
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August 31, 2015 · 6:03 pm

William Blake
An Offering
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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.
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Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line
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September 24, 2014 · 8:46 pm

Charles Robinson
The Yawning
Tree
Waits
For me
In Pans
Sacred
Wooden
Grove
Playful
Little
Nymphs
Steal
a Kiss
Bright
with Drops
of Blood
Burdened
Down
not Even
Sound
can Escape
my Clenched
Lips
Have their
Way
This they
May
Before
I am
Served
Up
To the
Hole
That Is
His Mouth
#B27321
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