Chapter 13 - A Foreshadow (With Bad Poetry)

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It was a Sunday night,
The morning was holy;
I did everything right,
And I did it for him wholly.
I was gold despite of my name,
He was dark despite of his record;
His piercing shone with no shame,
While his words were all in accord.
I sat at the edge of my seat,
I could see nothing but hear a faint Away In A Manger;
He was white but still radiated heat,
I knew it was him all along,
Him,
Drew Danger.

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