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Here's a poem I just wrote because I'm bored....

Hello darkness my old friend...
I've come to talk with you again...
because a vision softly creeping...
left it's seed while I was sleeping...
and the vision that was planted in my brain...
was quite clear, quite plain...
in the vision I watched some people...
while leaning over a tall steeple...
as they saw that hungry miscreant...
In their faces only fright, as the thing pounced with all its might...
and you sat in your chair, with that grim, eerie stare...
as you watched them all die, I could do nothing but cry...
I see you there, Instructing your batmen...
as if nothing ever happend, as if you hadnt maddened...
as if in your brain, there was never any pain...
Hello darkness my old friend...
I've come to talk with you again.

[Evangelist]

Very nice man. I like it.