*gnote*
*intro*
When I was.
A young boy.
My father.
Took me into the city.
To see a marching band.
He said.
"Son when.
You grow up.
Would you be.
The saviour of the broken.
The beaten and the damned."
He said.
"Will you.
Defeat them.
Your demons.
And all the non believers.
The plans that they have made.
Because one day.
I'll leave you.
A phantom.
To lead you in the summer.
To join the Blac-"
*starts crying*