Night Falls

By CornBread

Night Falls. Darkness abounds in the city.
Along these walls, Things are not so pretty.

They wander dirty alleys, They scrounge for bits of food.
They wish to fill their tummies, But boy are they rude!

Coming at you swinging, They try to take your life,
But it's you who end up killing, Ending their lives of strife.

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