Vasto Grom Poems

I died fighting a foe none other would dare. But death shall not keep me. For I shall return and be known as Nightmare.

When the statue of the Virgin Mary cries blood and the cross turns black, I will return, I will come back.
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I am the strongest I can be.
Cause I except me for me.
I am different, some say insane.
But trust that nothing is wrong with my brain.
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In a land full of crime and corruption
where sorrow and suffering is common
I am truly free
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If I set the demon free
blood would stain the ground
he would kill those who get in his way
to oppose him would mean a painful death
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And slowly
I wander this world that I know
I find myself
Dreaming that one day I'll go
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I hear them again......
The voices and the screams.....
No matter how I try it always comes back to this.
Always to this......
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Such a trivial thing
So small and insignificant
And yet it means more to me than I believed
More than I ever intended it to mean
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My heart was pierced by cupid.
I disdained all glistening gold.
There was nothing that could console me.
But my goddess I longed to hold.
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I remember those dreaded halls
All that blood splattered on the walls
The people had all gone mad
While they were murdering each other they almost seemed glad
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