Battling the Beasts
With the sun comes shadows
Even on the best of days sinister things will lurk
Your pristine neighborhood becomes a ghetto
Evil prone to pounce when we're not alert
Life of puffy clouds and angels singing
Are on the top of everyone's lists
But we live among those with doomsday bells a-ringing
Who emerge from hell in foggy mists
Only goodness can overcome an evil plight
Our swords are sharp as are our minds
Dedicated people rise to chase terror back into the night
And rescue those who choose to remain blind
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