A Soldiers Verse

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 Vigilante Oath


What happens when the sun goes down,
And the birds stop singing?
When the children go to bed,
And parents start dreaming?

They come out,
And wander the streets.
Praying on lost souls,
Sweeping them off their feet.

Loitering in the shadows,
Of dingy night clubs.
One thing on their minds,
When push comes to shove.

Praying on the innocence,
Of the naive and intoxicated.
These predators of the dark,
Take no pity on the indicated.

But who will protect,
The innocence of the unknowing?
When the darkest come out,
Their true intentions start showing.

Call my name,
And I shall be there.
Predators of the dark,
You shall all beware.

I am the one,
Vigilante of the pure.
Protector of the innocent,
Pain is mine to endure.




By: Heath G. Schofield





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