Disrupting The Peace (day 445)

Gawking here at that fine element of morals
Stepping aside for only the cracks
Enemies launch at the side of your being
Purveyors balk at your coming countenance

All through the streets
The lights turn their glow
The snickers come now
Out from below

Put on for the war cries
Lashed out for dispute
Sinners and followers
Walk on in a row

Disrupting the peace
The ancient birds to declare
At once, set in flight
The cats they all glare

With leather pulled tight
Dark hair everywhere
The riddler launches on
Night showers the air

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