prologue

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"when I was a young boy, my father took me into the city to see a marching band. he said, son when you grow up, would you be, the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned?"

"...to join the black parade..."

"..your misery and hate will kill us all..."

...the disappointed faces of your peers..."

"give a cheer for all the broken, now listen here because its who we are..."

"and...we'll carry on."






I don't own MCR.


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