What moves beneath my skin?
A beast sleeping, lying within?
A madman staring with a cynical grin?
I know not what I am.
A child left alone in a world unknown,
I could not see, as the dark surrounded me.
Though my eyes adjusted, to show me the truth.
Am I good? Am I bad?
Am I sane? Or am I mad?
I do not know, and suppose I never will.
I am what you need, though, you may not see.
The answer lies within, I am not what you want me to be.
Shall a hero be needed to all, a hero I'll be to prevent the fall.
But if a villain be needed as much, all will feel my sinister touch.
And if on occasion a madman be called, I will come to kill them all.
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