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Jun 2015
The pain inside drives them to do good,
To overcome barriers within them.
Personal gain is pushed aside
for the care of another defies all other emotion.

All they want is a good life for everyone
All they hate is evil
The greatest good is the mission
And they are the tool to accomplish that task.

As the moon sits lightly on an amber purple cloud
The vermillion leaves above the sidewalk roar and grow so loud
The streetlamps dim in vision as the mission seems to find its way
to kiss them on the surface of the earth the worlds final day

has once again been out demanded
by the superhero's blade.
OblertPumpernikle
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OblertPumpernikle  27/M/United States
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