My Is Name The Maniac
This city, Is a sewer, a maggot infested rat, let your guard down
and it will become a nightmare, death lol to easy here, suffring now thats the hard part, but now its time for justice, now its time for someone to stand up and fight the disease that feasts on the souls of this once wonderful city, and thats me, the guy who lost his wife kids and whole world to the beast, the man who was driven from his home by a greed that laughs like a drunk nazi, a man tossed from his job and pissed on by his freinds, but that is behind me, now all I have left is the future, the future who for some is going to be all so dark. I dont care anymore like the city that destroyed me, I am the city and god help the souls who get in my way. some one once said revenge is a dish best served cold, well winters coming and so is hell. so who am I, who is this mad man so torn with rage, I tell you who I am, I was family man and up standing citizen Larry Storch but now you can tell everyone that crazy has a new name and that name is the MANIAC. TO BE CONTINUED.
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