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Questionable Marks

I’ve no doubt your grades were Aze; recording minutes, hours, days; silver spoons spilling milk woven born in golden silk. That web cool? Do you get regret? All you’ve seen you shan’t forget.

Toys ‘n gadgets batting rats; fancy cars with jet black mattes. Big computer techno wiz highest tech in all the biz. Money granted dollars spent highest class – yet no sense.

People are starving; children on the street; you claim it’s a smart thing. But you’re the disease.

You claim you’re Vengeance you self-proclaimed Knight. You claim you aim to tame this game like wrong ‘n right are black ‘n white.

There are infinite shades of light in the dark. Gotham deserves to question your marks.

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