May 27, 2016 · 9:38 pm
Howard Pyle
Monte
–
the Count
of Monte
Cristo
Perhaps
the Greatest
Story
Ever Told
of Revenge
&
Love
of Miseries
UnTold
Under
the Lash
you Become
the Beast
That Was
Man
&
Can
Only Climb
Up
the Power
Money
Mad
It
Gave Him
All
He Had
the Bitterness
Of
the Past
Washed
a Way
Like Sand
&
Only
Now
the Moment
Was Left
to
Stand
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December 11, 2015 · 8:09 am
Howard Pyle
Long
Have I
Toiled
Under
your Rule
Dreams
For Silver
Slivers
What
a Fool
Nothing
But
a Garden
of Stone
to Lay
my Bones
to Reap
What
I Have
Sown
When
Life
Is Done
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October 23, 2015 · 6:50 pm
Jacques Callot
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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
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