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Until I fall
Drifting through this back-alley, unknown, The urban mud strives to guide me to my tombstone. I step over the dirty puddle shedding a death cologne, with a skull on my chest and ready to devour some bones.
But who am I? And for anyone who dares to ask, I shall remove my mask. And what do you see during this charming night? Maybe a knight? Nope…. I just don’t splitter blood for noble reasons… Well… Maybe an artist full of delight? I mean… I do paint the streets… but I sure could not care less about the seasons. Okay…so Maybe a policeman with his flashlight? Well… I sure go after evil people, but only to remove their demons!
Then who am I you see tonight? I’m just a humble missionary of death who likes to write…
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