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Death struck Mulbrose Street
One man dead, a shot to the head
Now surrounded by the law’s fleet
Of the rivers of crimson upon the pavement
Deathly cold air stinging his face
As dead eyes stare up from the pavement
Son, Brother, Fiancé, and Friend
A literal pillar of the community
But now he is nothing in the end
And to him he spoke:
“Detective, we’ve found a witness to this crime
The murderer wore a cloak”
No, a hero was he!
This man must be rewarded
For killing Fallere Hikari
Not without some flaw, any flaw!
Mr. Hikari was evil without a doubt
Good deeds could not hide what he saw
“Why do you hate me so?”
Mahoney was taken aback by the question
How could it be he did not know?
False truth, false light, false hope
You are nothing but a monster, Fallere”
He replies, wanting desperately to gloat
This is what he deserved for his optimism
Death to the optimists, to the pessimists!
To all who I find, to everyone!
As death visited Midsford once more
An ocean of crimson staining the pavement
Mulbrose Street is covered with gore
The madman’s death completing his night
Evil is everywhere, but as hard as we might
Man cannot look away from the false light
