Who am I kidding?
You still believe the stories your mother told you.
In this city, the fog swallows the moon,
and the moon shines only for the bats.
The cats roam the streets —
they take what they want.
High above, they walk the ledges
while the bats fly from sky to sky.
A clown once said: “Kill with no mercy.”
And his harlot follows his lead.
The scare-crows will show you your darkest fear —
and the night only grows darker.
Do you still believe the stories your mother told you?
This city will kill you.
So…
may I come with you?


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