| Shooting arrows wide off the mark, grey skies over the boulevard, angry winds carry no hope to guard, echoing noise is a wild dog's bark, without a flag or a visiting card the avenger walks alone in the dark. The roads worry at the last yard, in whispers the trees disregard, society's very own - the classic retard decides to go to places barred. He says with a smile - to find peace before I resign I will fight with no rules defined, I will leave no dust behind, the rest can rest as they walk the line, but I'm at war, vengeance will be mine. |
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