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in the dirty darkness a creature is waiting

his mission at hand

not nearly debating



no one recognizes his face

waiting to do them harm he’s disguised by his cunning slyness

and that oh so witty charm



he may have a weapon

he’s always armed

waiting and ready

to take you alarmed



the personification of murder

he lives among us

taking many forms

can happen anywhere

to whom he may please

sometimes with logic

sometimes with ease



our time could be limited

the pressure is there

you might end up surviving

by the strand of a hair



he could be justice

how are we to know?

He could be a friend or a foe



accomplice, or alone

he won’t hesitate to share the blame

anything to put out the flame

of your life