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The Role of Darkness: In The Style of Simon & Garfunkel

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Hello Darkness, my old friend
You've come to club the ball again
Because Crownvision was softly weeping
And gamethreads scorn while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains within My Role, Darkness

In restless PAs I walked alone
Narrow swings at pitches thrown
'Neath the Halos was a street lamp
I turned my collar to the Cold and Damp

When my eyes were stabbed
By the flash of a Royal light
That split the night
And touched My Role of Darkness

And in the Kaufffman light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People cheering without speaking
People roaring without listening

People writing articles
That social media never share
And no one dare
Disturb My Role, Darkness

"Fools, " said I, "you do not know
Darkness like a cancer grows
See my swings that I might teach you
Take my ABs that I might reach you."
But my hits like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of Darkness

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon Glass they made
And the Hud flashed out his warning
And the words that I was forming

And the sign said,
"The words of the prophets
Are written on the outfield walls
And clubhouse halls."
And whispered in My Role, Darkness