The Dark Knight

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    The Dark Knight

    The blood stained moon shines so dark
    A mad dog’s bite is his bark
    Civilization grows darker still
    Unknowingly following his sick will
    A lone hero stands in shame
    Of losing to his twisted game
    For whose to know what we really are
    Or what we’ll do when pushed too far
    Are we crazy or are we sane?
    Is there really anyone to blame?
    Only our hero, who stands in shame

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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