Everythings so unfamiliar. I catch quick glimpses of town ruins,
But this deep fog is a mystery as my silhouette plows through it

Turning onto a graveled road littered with these forgotten memories,
Wondering for a fraction of a second if my footprints remember me

I left this place to define myself and I didn't look back once,
Approaching an old rugged cabin. Covered in some dead vines,
Tearing away the weeds and leaves that blanketed the address sign,
Glancing once at the home. Turning my back and eyes with quick stride,
Walking away expressionless on the outside. But die on the inside

beeute.

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The Establishment
I am the Batman.