Lost in spirit, I watch and cry as the hero falls, destroyed by the corrupted darkness. His pained face, which adds to my tears. Knife barely penetrates the darkness, and his faltering in making a shot allows the darkness to close in. My one love, the truth that is him, has succumbed to the darkness. His father, is no more, and thusly he is lost to the world, but not a one cares. They only see the terrorist, not the human within, with problems and caring.
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