. Power through theplagues . Wit for pace . This riddle’s just a race . Old self pities . Cleanse this city’s waste . I am the night . A tyrant of the shade . I am the spite . I am the pain repaid . I am
plagues in frames. But they won't let me do my thing. Stop trying to block up my road up, I can switch my lanes In my face they're smiling up, behind my back they're lining up. The day I dig myself a
