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 savior 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 Black
Parade.
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