and thusly it was reborn from the ashes,
like the phoenix
burnign brightly in the nihgt
stained wiht the blood of victums
as their screams fill the air
the shadow withe the white face slashes his way back into history
introducing new reles
making his predosessories look like children in the sand.
knife is the only weapon
fear is his only whisper
the guardian to my cage
the one i fear
the one we all fear
his rogue looks vanish into the night only to reappear behind us
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