At dawn, a new sun rises,
From the corner of the street a man walks alone.
When the street plunder into darkness,
A new path is shown.
A merciless vigilante known as Hercules kills them all.
Amidst darkest hours, he stands tall.
He stalks and shoots down the monsters lurking within us,
Some might say, this is the path to liberation as such.
He shoots and kills rapists who escaped the law.
At-least he knows, what needs to be done,
For his actions serves the purpose of law.
Three down, but more to go,
He is hiding, but ready for more.
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PoetryThis is a book entitled for all my poems to be found in a single point in time.
