town
Walking down the street I see him,
the man who rules the town.
He wears a black rain coat
You watch him when his back is turned,
he knows he’s being watched by a child’s eyes,
my eyes.
Some say he is not from this world,
but a realm of evil.
This town is just his playhouse.
Men roll dice in a alley,
but when he arrives they’re mice,
who coward away the rest of the day afraid of his wrath.
His power is so strong he makes towers fall at his will.
He is thé man who rules the town
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