Vasto Grom

Rookie - 10 Points [ENSanity] (01/19/1990 / Houston, TX)

Vasto Grom Poems

1. Eravock Dregeono 'The Tormentor' 7/10/2007
2. Free To Be Me 7/9/2007
3. If I Set The Demon Free 7/10/2007
4. Perfection 6/7/2011
5. Real Me 6/7/2011
6. Reality 6/7/2011
7. We Are 6/7/2011
8. Now You Finally See 6/7/2011
9. Who We Are 6/7/2011
10. Free 8/6/2011
11. Is It Wrong? 8/25/2011
12. Old Man And The Ocelot Cub (Part 1) 9/1/2011
13. I! 9/25/2011
14. My Goddess 9/25/2011
15. Upon Us 10/19/2011
16. Beside Her 10/19/2011
17. Eric N. Stout 6/7/2011
18. Sayings Of A Forgotten Soul 8/11/2011
19. And All I Know Is No More (Part 1) 11/20/2011
20. To Wander 12/29/2011
21. The Nightmare Rises 1/23/2012
22. The Psychotic 6 1/23/2012
23. Sayings Of A Twisted Mind 1/25/2012
24. I'M Not Mad 1/25/2012
25. Feel It! ! ! ! 1/30/2012
26. And It All Falls Down 1/30/2012
27. As If I Cared 1/30/2012
28. To Dream 2/1/2012
29. My Beloved Temptress 2/1/2012
30. Still Botherin Me 2/1/2012
31. That's Just Who I Am 2/6/2012
32. E.N.S. 2/6/2012
33. Lullaby 2/6/2012
34. Light 2/6/2012
35. Sorrow 2/6/2012
36. Madame Vanstroviche 2/8/2012
37. Your King 2/10/2012
38. Lay Me Down 2/13/2012
39. Madman's Blues 2/15/2012
40. Upon Darkness 8/11/2011
Best Poem of Vasto Grom

When A Hero Comes

When a hero comes
There'll be no more fear
When our hero comes
No longer will we shed tears

When that hero comes
They'll pave the way
To a brighter and better day
When a hero comes

When our hero arrives
Evil better beware
You better be prepared
Cause the bullets will rip through the air
When a hero comes

Now you better get ready
Cause its starting soon
And our hero will arrive at high noon

Cause when our hero comes
You better listen to what I say
Or you'll forfeit your life today
And now our hero comes

And ...

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Perfection

I was once asked what I thought of perfection, I replied 'I despise perfection for a truly simple reason. Mankind has always strove to better itself, to be greater than the last generation. But if perfection were to ever be achieved than that would be the end, no more room for improvement or imagination. To be perfect means to have nothing left to

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