In the night,
the truth comes out.
In the light,
He hides with doubt.
It's a secret identity
Of a mediocre turned hero.
Cloaked to be taken seriously
Otherwise he'd snicker away
Do You believe, they'd believe you, of being the unbelievable?
A man to feel safe with..
Yet never really safe himself.
Armed with the extremely advanced
Without all he'd be just more than typical,
But then left would be no one-
To properly replace
The masked hero.
And so, the darkness surrounds the nights
of city crime.
Jan 9, 2011
Jan 9, 2011 at 2:10 PM UTC
In the night,
the truth comes out.
In the light,
He hides with doubt.
It's a secret identity
Of a mediocre turned hero.
Cloaked to be taken seriously
Otherwise he'd snicker away
Do You believe, they'd believe you, of being the unbelievable?
A man to feel safe with..
Yet never really safe himself.
Armed with the extremely advanced
Without all he'd be just more than typical,
But then left would be no one-
To properly replace
The masked hero.
And so, the darkness surrounds the nights
of city crime.
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