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let me take you
to a world of pure darkness and despair
where the light of hope is only found by few
and you must wonder
...

as I roam the earth
normal looking and unscathed
I fear I am rotting on the inside
from some lethal disease
...

there was a woman by the water
in her two piece looking hotter
when I was about to go in
her big boyfriend came in
...

there was this girl I was to bang
and in bed she really sang
but to the door of regrets I held the keys
because now I have herpes
...

one day I was at a party
with a girl who was being quite naughty
she was showing me affection
but i ran out of protection
...

people shout
cheer
and cry at the very sight
the only cheers being said is
...

yes
sit there and foolishly smile
while my smile is bigger
for your time is almost over
...

look at me
i'm a king yet feel like a thief with a gifted tongue
look at all my power
i have the influence
...

why?
why am i not famous yet?
the question that burns through my conscience everyday
yet everyday the urge burns even more
...

hey i know you
but do you know me?
of course you don't
and unless I get harassed by those infiltrating vultures you don't care
...

hey I've heard of you
from the multitude of people worshiping your name
but i need to know what makes you so..... omnipotent
you proudly exclaim that you create life
...

so here I stand
ready to fight
a force greater than my own
though the essence of our ancestors course through
...

the greatest hero award goes to a certain man
whose name is more epic than the eminem song Stan
he's our ultimate defence
against the STD offence
...

as I walk the path of the lost
I see people in utter fear
their eyes reflect all the horrors
the experiences
...

look over there
the thing that just saved your life
just slipped into the shadows
ominous yet with good intentions
...

The Best Poem Of Brute da Poet

Let Me Take You

let me take you
to a world of pure darkness and despair
where the light of hope is only found by few
and you must wonder
how I
such a gentle and calm soul
discovered such a hell hole
I say to you
look at the man weeping over that grave in front of him
and to your shock thats me
grieving over
not one but two graves
contianing what gave warmth in the storm
and what gave me bravery in front of my enemies
thus I bid farewell to my lost love
yet also to my sanity
and deport you from my conscience
so we may no longer share this fear
let this be my final gift to you
as I too flow into the streams of oblivion

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