Mr Freeze
I wasn’t always this cold-hearted,
Judged by all who hate me,
Guess I’m always disregarded,
By those who do not wish to see,
The truth behind the thuggery.
As I walk among the shadows of my weary soul,
While avoiding the harsh cries,
Of the deception and lies,
My fear and hatred takes its tole.
While my fear and hatred takes its tole,
As I walk the road to hell,
Upon my weary soul,
Held together by an ancient spell.
I may not be caring or kind,
But I am smart and cunning,
At least I don’t decline,
Even when I’m not running.
I may not be Prince Charming,
At least I don’t bet,
Least I’m not disarming
When fate has been set.
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