I Am Batman
When the night comes I see the light, Now the noisy streets stand still in quite, I could hear the menacing poison flowing, Until the tool of fear is properly growing, Gunshots and capes are common, The intentional crime is getting forgotten, Thunders of my presence watches them, The lightning now incinerates dirty phlegm, I am that something in the way, Where all wolves in the sheep pay, Now I become the phobia of the badman, Indeed I am reborn every night as the batman!!!
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