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The Dark Knight Rises


I left that dark room, speechless.

I was scared

to death, for what I saw

was real.

Brainwash of the masses.

Abuse of power.

Slaughter.

But laying in hell,

you can only look up.

The sun lit the sky atop the neverending

walls of the roofless prison's torment.

 

For GOOD always triumphs.

 

One person can spark a rebirth

of hope.

Domino effect can produce

a maturation of the heroes in ordinary people.

 

GOODNESS SPREADS

 

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MVP-Most Valuable Poet
<p>well said</p><p>keep building off your ideas</p>

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