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Brent Becker Poem
The time is coming
the dead will soon rise
and devour your family
before you own eyes.
The forgotten wizard
tired of a life in caves
made a dark pact for
the power he craves.
Zombie and vampires from their grave.
A lone warrior stands,
Whos destiny is to save.
With sword and shield he places his faith.
With a stab and a hack
he fought the beasts back
but he is hurt badly
and all fades to black
stone walls and little light
he woke with a fright
and tried to stand in vain
he was hurt and fell to the pain.
He was in a chapel to the wise god
where he prayed to him for help
he was granted shining armor and sword
His mighty god made him to smite the whelp
The undead were strong
but he was a hoss
he killed them all
and showed demons who's boss
blade in hand he made his way
to the massive dark tower
where the necromancers stay
He rallied the soldiers
The barbarians and thieves
the mages and assassins
armed to their sleeves.
He made his own army
their might was astounding
the battle began
with each strike resounding
They fought with all their hearts
stabbing and sliceing
and putting to use their magical arts.
put an end to most of the plauge
But the leader of this blight
in the very tip top
made another demonic rite.
he killed the whole army except for one.
The blessed one stood immune to it all
his armor scratched, his shield long lost,
his sword bloodied alone he stood tall
The Paladin from now he would be known
The wizards fear stood true.
he cast his spell to little effect
he was soon run through
his soul then was claimed.
Beaten and wounded in the worst way.
he walk out of the tower into morning light
he fell to his knees and began to pray
for his army, his brothers, his men
may the gods above to take them all in
Again all things went black
he was gone this time
there was no coming back
he sat next to the gods in the sky
everyone rejoiced and everyone cried
the darkness was gone and many lived
and just as many had died
They saved the day
and yet lived on
in a way
the songs sang and tales told
The paladin was brave
the paladin was bold
the paladin was a savior
for the young and the old
Copyright © Brent Becker | Year Posted 2010
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Brent Becker Poem
Sit in my room.
Death overhead
Hurting my heart
Filling with dread.
Time flies by
but I do not care.
I am the king
and I'm never there.
Is it insanity?
Is it the pain?
It is humanity!
It is same!
Bittersweet tears
trickle down.
I feel it it break
but i do not frown
Alone, tortured inside
Hurt and beaten
but I already died.
and left myself behind.
I gave up
so long ago.
I left it behind
but I didnt know.
I am so young
and i gave up on life
felt forever hurt
and turned to the knife
Copyright © Brent Becker | Year Posted 2010
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Brent Becker Poem
Haunted I stand
Undaunted by my future
Tortured by my past
I don't think it will last
So I'll expel all my sorrow,
I'll keep moving towards tomorrow.
The future I hope I see
In you.
Copyright © Brent Becker | Year Posted 2011
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Brent Becker Poem
Sit in my room.
Death overhead
Hurting my heart
Filling with dread.
Time flies by
but I do not care.
I am the king
and I'm never there.
Is it insanity?
Is it the pain?
It is humanity!
It is same!
Bittersweet tears
trickle down.
I feel it it break
but i do not frown
Alone, tortured inside
Hurt and beaten
but I already died.
and left myself behind.
I gave up
so long ago.
I left it behind
but I didnt know.
I am so young
and i gave up on life
felt forever hurt
and turned to the knife
Copyright © Brent Becker | Year Posted 2010
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Brent Becker Poem
I am Insignificant, Incomplete
Never happy with defeat
I live because I am
Dead on broken feet
I Stare at you with lifeless eyes
Rotten face with broken jaw.
Hurt me more. It never dies.
Tear me in half and I just crawl.
A unholy, consuming appetite.
Burning pain without a cure.
Flesh, Bones and Brain delight
Don't judge me We are all impure.
We are many, We are all
Thousands hunger after you
You can not run, Your life is through
Close your eyes and say goodbye
Copyright © Brent Becker | Year Posted 2011
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Brent Becker Poem
Ive hit my limit
hit the ground
fallen over
without a sound
Today was it
the bitter monotony
Stretched to my limit
Another day
still alone
I feel nothing
no emotion shown
And hereIi sit
Dark as night
to far to carry on
to tired to fight
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Brent Becker Poem
Why am I so far from same?
Not even close to sane.
What cause's this pain
This pain
What is so messed up in my brain?
That bows my head in shame.
That weighs me down with my own blame.
This pain.
Is it this heart that beats its lonely sigh.
That is tortured from a love never there.
The last echos of a thought that wouldn't die
This pain.
I don't know what to feel.
I don't know what to say.
I don't know how to express.
This pain.
It's always there.
Through push and shove.
and in the end
you learn to love.
This pain.
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Will I go another day
bathed in her disdain?
Or will she embrace me,
and take away my pain?
I look at her face
I know what I feel.
Is it young love
Is love even real?
Can love be a ladder,
from the pit of despair?
If I come to her
Will she even care?
She keeps me awake,
She doesn't even know
I see her face
My heart starts to glow
It really sucks
to be a loser in love
Copyright © Brent Becker | Year Posted 2011
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Remember those times?
Killer memory's
Cares forever
Always my brother
Can't stay out of trouble
Lives every day to the fullest.
Best
Friends.
Be here for you guys.
Copyright © Brent Becker | Year Posted 2011
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