The Screen Behind the Killer

In the end it didn't matter what had to be done. I wiped the blood off my stainless steel sword. Wiped the fingerprints off everything I had touched and left. The police still haven't found me. My killings were a work of relief, no else thought so. I don't understand why the people hate me, they should be thanking me.

Killing criminals, killers and the occasional physco prowling about. I'm ridding this world of all the bad things and yet they put wanted posters of me up on their city walls? Who do they think they are!? I'm the hero not the villain! Defender of Justice not the Reaper of the Night! If I showed myself they'd kill me on sight, so I can't be seen.

The light is too vile it hurts my eyes, but that doesn't make me a bad guy!
The sun gives me sunburns, you know how much those hurt?
I like the night, but trust me I'm not the bad guy!
I kill those killers, I kill them dead! Yet there are warrants out for my arrest...These lowlifes...I mean human beings don't understand me. Those doughnut packing mules....Opps I meant guards!

They are mistaken, they got the wrong person! "TO THE GALLOWS!" They shout!
It looks like I'll be getting a game over...I'll just reboot the system, start from scratch. That's right the Defender of Justice is back!

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 30.07.2012

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