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sometimessometimes the manis a bata wooden stick strikingheads with a splatnails driving deepin crisscrossing slatson slides dividingscience fictionsfrom facts  
He comes out at night, Dark, and mysterious, He fights all crimes in the city, protecting the innocent from Bombings, to robberies, Murder to saving hostages, He never shows his identity,
  At first she was No. Now, No was beautiful And no I’m not talking about that porcelain skin, straight hair thigh gap beautiful. no!
I wanna let you in on a little secret, I AM BATMAN, not Bruce Wayne, just one of two faces, Harvey Dent, caped-crusader of the night, dark nights, no sleep,
Alone in this world Seeking vengence Fighting evil He is The Batman
I am Batman Hidden behind a mask Used to hide my true identity With this mask on I am fearless I can be a savior, I am worth something.   I wear a black suit of armor
Before I speak, they believe in the simple and common that lies within me, After I speak, they flee and judge from afar. Time after time, many don't understand,
sometimessometimes the manis a batin that a pen in his handis giving wings to a ratlives in his own worldand his world is flatthoughts like ships falloff the map  
sometimessometimes the manis a batin that he’s blindto the fact he’s a gnatmaybe his skullis still intactbut what’s insideis cracked
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