He sits on a park bench in the morning fog
A shadowy figure
Why is he there
What are his motives
Is he friend or foe
Only the fof knows
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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