The night of death
The quiet wind stopped
Alone in the air
Superman he wasn't!
Death on the ground
Who wanted to die?
Tomorrow he was getting married
And a child waiting for him
The players played their games
Playing with lives like barbarians
They thought they could escape
With law bending out for them!
The retribution will come
As all deaths go unexplained
The evil hands will not wash away
The light over darkness will return one day
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