August 29, 2018 · 7:39 pm
Bernard Picart
Hollow Moon
Haunting View
Woods & Blackened Water
Broken Cry
Feeling Wry
What a Bloody Splatter
Torn Leaves
Fallen Trees
Is That Human Matter
Feeling Weak
Cannot Speak
I Hear the Pitter Patter
#B27321
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September 27, 2015 · 3:23 pm
Howard Pyle
Disturbing Dreams
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Disturbing Dreams;
Things I Have Seen,
Since Falling In With This Crowd.
Surely It Has Been;
Lack of Sleep,
Little to Eat.
Going On Three Weeks,
a Binge It Seems.
Ruined Estate,
Over Grown Fields;
a Forest That Screams Leave me a Lone.
I Know It Has to be One of you Sick Fucks.
The Only Demons Are In my Head
&
the Day Light Shows Only Trees.
Only me;
you,
&
Her,
Left;
It Has to be
One of the Three.
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Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line
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October 4, 2014 · 1:10 am
Karl Friedrich Lessing
the Trees
Seem
to Speak
To me
as I
Descend
Deep
With In
Their
Depths
Of Steel
&
Flame
&
the
Forests
Distress
At the
Encroachment
Of Man
&
the
Lofty
Lords
Who Have
Died
By Our
Hand
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September 24, 2014 · 6:26 am
William Etty
Only
I am
Left
Trees
Still
Ring
With the
Screams
of my
Kinsmen
Is my
Will
Steel
can I
go On
Through
this Mist
Shrouded
Forest
To the
Devils
Very
Door
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