October 21, 2018 · 3:48 pm
Howard Pyle
the Media
Is Controlled
by a Certain Few
& They’re
Not you
Just Trace the Ties
& It Will Show
the Lies
That They
Are Leading
Ewe
–
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August 19, 2018 · 9:08 am
Evariste Vital Luminais
All These Lands
Have Felt my Hand
As a Slave
Thief
Reaver of Men
Slayer of Demons
Toppler of Kingdoms
the Lion Crowned Dragon
All These Things I am
I Who Have Drank Blood
From my First Gasp
Pray to my Grimm Grey God
So to Shall be my Last
#B27321
–
Check Him
Out
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July 17, 2018 · 1:09 am
Marchocias
Chaos Calls
me Forth
Once Again
Stained
With Sins
of
the Skin
a Pawn
a Puppet
a Piece
to Serve
a Master’s
Whim
Time
& Time
Again
I Bend
the Helmet
&
the Haft
Will They
Save me
At Last
#B27321
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July 14, 2018 · 8:49 pm
Octave Penguilly L’Haridon
&
you Can’t
Stop
This
Man
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March 31, 2017 · 6:13 pm
Howard Pyle
New; Knew
–
I Don’t Know If Its New,
But I Do Know It Was New To me;
Nor Had I Ever Heard
Such a Thing Described To me.
For I Don’t Believe
They Are From This World or Any Other.
Demons Ripped From Another Dimension;
Nightmares Rendered Real.
Crazy I Know.
That Is Why I am Writing This,
Because Only On Paper
Can I UnLeash
This Torrent of Conflicting Emotion.
To Try To Make Some Sense of It,
To UnBurden my Mind,
Because Sex & Drink
Just Doesn’t Make It.
the First Time
I Was Drifting Through Some Southern Towns
& I Came Upon It,
In a Glass Case;
a Human Brain
With Filaments
Like Spiders’
Legs
& It Spoke To me,
In my Brain of Its Need to ImPregnate me.
I Escaped & Returned to Kill It
& Its Keeper.
Once Again
When I Was Working
As a Carny In a Run Down Town,
I Dealt Death to Another
In the Visage of An InSane Clown.
Nothing In the News Papers,
No Bounty On my Head;
I Know I Killed Them;
I Know Their Dead.
I Don’t Want to Go Back;
I Don’t Know If I Should.
Scared,
Edgy,
Shot Gun By the Bed;
Crazy,
MayBe;
I Can’t Get Them Out Of my Head.
I Can’t Stay I Have To Go.
Wait;
What Was That,
a Knock On the Door.
#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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June 13, 2015 · 2:54 pm
Arthur Rackham
a Writer
Is Only
a Writer
If
He
Is Writing
So
I am
Writing
a Letter
To you
my Muse
Let Us
Dance
In
Forgotten
Corners
&
Seek
Wonders
Only
you
&
I
Can
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