THE LAST PRONG

ALONG COMES JUSTICE, THE WAGES OF SIN

DEEP DOWN IN THE DIRTY PLACES

The evil was everywhere. You could smell it in the streets. That stale, urine, musty smell that lingers in the dark streets of the cockily city. The old man was comfortable with that smell, for it was him. He had forgotten the daily personal hygiene routines most people maintain many years ago. Preferring to wallow in his own filth as a sort of familiar security blanket.

He had self-dwindled his wants and needs to the lowest common denominators. Something to eat and a place to sleep. With no responsibilities except to himself, he squalored alone in the garbage strewn alleyways, visiting every little dirty hole there was.

The drug addicts left him alone because he spoke in riddles and rhyme. They were scared of the power of his speech and how he always seemed to be there at a crucial moment. Like when one of them was about to OD on some bad junk.

No matter how down and dirty the old man appeared , in this part of the city he was a White Knight. The protector of the fallen ones. Surely a cherub in disguise!

WHITE KNIGHT

Deep down in the dirty places where no one wants to go

There grows a dark heart, you can hear it pumpin low

It feeds on evil, and it thrives on pain

And once it catches hold of you, you know your never gonna be the same

Then along comes justice, the wages of sin

And calls to every troubled man

No matter what shape he's in

But the dark force is a strong one, so good will have to win

You need a white knight in the dark heart of the city yea yea

Now lets say your broke and the rent is due

The power people want their money now

what are you gonna do

You need a White Knight in the dark heart of the city.

Then the White Knight comes riding in

He will stop the plunder

Then the White Knight comes riding in

They will feel the thunder

Then the White Knight comes riding in

The dark heart will stop beating

Then the White Knight comes riding in

In his final meeting

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