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but heres a poem
maybe ill fit in

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Fight Back

Under darkened clouds of rank deciet, o'er deep black holes of death,
A figure looms o'er misty loss, that long since took a breath.
A dead injustice, lying still, screams silence to the night
awaiting peace of justice done to those who stole his light.
A tear of whispy nothingness falls down from mourning eyes,
for crimes that led to one man's death, and one girl's hope's demise.
Turning round, his tears are dry. His eyes are locked to cause.
His cloak is white as angel's wings. His fists are clenched as claws.
Walking surely, stature proud, his ghostly eyes see clear
though miles dark and dripping cold, to he who does not fear.
The Iron gates swing closed behind. With confidence held tight
he sets to slay the one who slays, and walks into the night.
A girl who shivers, frigid now, in turn will soon be held
for justice ghost will not be stopped, until his foe is felled,
for nights will fall, and death is not the end,
just a switch in which we look back and then
go remember the past, and which message we send
to give us just enough, to fight back again.