August 24, 2018 · 4:53 pm
Great Men & Famous Women
247
–
to Cover your Fear
So you Do Not Hear
the Sound of Violence
Come to your Ear
Broken
Is the Home
When Pain Is Near
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August 12, 2016 · 11:52 pm
Wallis Budge
RA
–
the Sound
Of
my God
the Primal
Scream
UnLeashed
In me
the Wolves
Growl
#B27321
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June 4, 2016 · 2:24 am
Evariste Vital Luminais
Captain Bull Shit
–
I am
a Super
Hero
I Cry
Bull Shit
When Ever
I See
It
If I
Have
Abused
my Powers
Only you
Can
Tell me
How
to Stand
In
a World
of Plastic
Clowns
Is Why
I Was
Endowed
–
Bull Shit
Is
the Cry
As I
Dot
you
In
the Eye
Bull Shit
Is
the Theme
As I
Beat you
To
your Knees
Bull Shit
Is
the Sound
As I
Put you
In
the Ground
#B27321
–
Now Remember
Kids
Only you
Can Prevent
Bull Shit
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March 5, 2015 · 3:57 pm
Bouguereau
Brooding
Over
Inner Misery
Dark Dreams
Things No
Axe
May Cleave
Her Mind
Sings
With the
Sound
of Sword
&
Steel
Sorrow’s
Shield
#B27321
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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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