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MEDUSA THE COP


You come to me and ask me why

Why I’ve become the big great eye

Of a place where authority is no longer important

I am here to make them weak at the knees

My name is medusa

Ruler of this new world

Where no one obeyed

I came to thrust my cane

I sleep my babies at head

To not make anyone upset

As they sleep I roam these streets

My badge is the first thing they see

They thought they could play

they didn’t know I’d arrived

Now I’m here to save all of your lives

 

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