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Jan 2010
As I walk out of the bat cave and into the heat
I put my coat on just to cover my feet

And as the pendulum swings to reverse the curse
The mad doctors trying to flirt with dirt
Fixing to prove his worth by doppelgΓ€nging birth.

Man has flawed his Isms
And if we were all prisms
Then the light shining through us wouldn’t light up a prison

And what's all this about changing the game?
Why the fans won't let the last brother play in the main?
Even though he was recruited by the All Mighty King
Tried to erase him from history and even changed his name

Most chose the Rubber
While the true choose the Ring

Most chose the Rubber
While the truth is the Ring

Most chose the Rubber
But the truth is the Ring

Peace.
Written by: Moe Awad
Moe Awad
Written by
Moe Awad
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