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The city has fallen,

Ashes adrift,

The homeless are hungry,

The rich are thrift,

So many villains,

So much death,

A little boys parents,

Don’t make a sound

They were shot and lay still,

Blood swirls around,

A little boy.

The city was fallen,

Ashes adrift,

But now the rich are not safe,

For in the alley,

Some one is watching,

Donning a cape and a cowl,

At night on the prowl,

Not making a sound,

But always around,

He has returned,

For he made a promise,

At his parents dead bodies,

To rid the city of evil,

He is The Batman.

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