Night of Horrors
Some men seeing to some business
Some men grabbing at the fabric of time and unraveling it
Some men, angry, angry like their names have been besmirched
Some men who have felt the flesh of the fairer sex between their arms early in the morning only to be gone when the first rays of the sun break the horizon
Some men who when they finally shuffle off this mortal coil will have tombstones that read, "it was better to live rich than to die rich"
Some men named Feel My Bicep
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