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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In Arkham Asylum the twisted reside Who killed as they willed for the thrill of the ride The ones who resisted, who put up a fight Were nearly undone by the evil delight These evil-deed doers who need to be bad Are surely in need of the freedom they had They plan for the day when the darkness and rain Are par for the course when your mind is insane The Joker and Penguin, and yes, Mr. Freeze Are biding their time with a social disease Two Face and Riddler and henchmen galore Are hopelessly gone by the Gods they implore The guards are afraid of the wicked inside But when you are played for the victims who died You lose your perspective on evil and good And choose to be bad for the sake of the hood The Batman alone is a friend of the night He battles the bad for the cause that is right He welcomes the foes who are fomenting fear Who favor the time when the darkness is near Though Batman alone is unwilling to budge The woman you phone is a friend of the judge The future you ponder is brighter each day When Arkham Asylum is blocking your way The water is dripping and running down walls The cracks in the floor make you wonder who falls The food is the best if you like eating bats The lady in black is a friend of the cats If Arkham Asylum is calling your name And madness alone is the factor you blame Rejoice and be merry for what lies ahead The cream of the crop are the sick in the head.
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