nasura moi

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?”

He said, “Will you defeat them? Your demons, and all the non-believers, the plans that they have made?”

“Because one day I’ll leave you, a phantom to you lead you in the summer, to join the black parade.”