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Ben Franklin

Ellis Paul

The Hero in You

2012

Though you wrote this with your mighty quill
You said, "A penny saved is a penny earned"
So they put you on the hundred dollar bill
That's lots

a mighty, mighty man
I'm sinking in further
Someone reachin' for the quill
Somebody call his momma
Someone finna get him killed
Don't ask a question twice

Mighty cold
Colder than a gut shot bitch wolf dog
With nine sucking pups pullin' a four trap
Up a hill in the dead of winter
In the middle

mighty tired, hold on
And these tears run dry, hold on
Two bloodshot eyes, hold on
Two bloodshot eyes

I don't belong here in the place
Where life

With A Quill Of A Soppy Poet
I Will Write To You
How Foolish Were My Searchings
For Non-Existent Truth
And How They Stopped Being A Purpose
Of My

still do crimes for diamonds though
Guy who's mighty hands will strike to kill and stop my giant foes
The height I rose has views that most won't find

You found ink and a quill
In case you didn't know
This is my military drill and
I'm here to feed the fat cats a
Suicide pill

What you know about me
You

my hand and rewrite the script

Take your compliance down with a pill
I bet you, I've got the words if you've got the quill
You know that, we won't go

a quill in black ink to finish the blueprint
Lighthouse perched atop God's working table
2 weeks spent tweaking the moonlight so it was just right
Created

fall the sands of time
Their grains, they mark my way
And so I will roam the worlds
And see their final days
Ancient cities
Golden temples
Mighty castles

If I drop the ropes unsteady I'm weakened
Glock shells on the shelf got
A mossberg for the demons
Every feather helps
Quill spills truth as the hill

his flappers
Were such mighty monstrous scrappers
That the Inupiaq hid their kayaks in the quills

But one day this greedy vulture
Plum forgot his royal

Turn Loose the Swans

My Dying Bride

Turn Loose the Swans

1994

Yet much is false.
This mighty evening, I've seen no face.
This is crushing me.
My quill it aches.
Turn loose the swans 
That drew my poets craft.