I work each day and make fruit ripe Adorned in fashionable stripe I say no words, but dance with skill My blade a last resort to kill

I weigh the hearts, yet have no scale, my feather judges, never fails. Beside the jackal, I stand serene, a goddess cloaked in justice supreme.

I creep between the day and night, not darkness, not gone, but dim of light. The shadows stretch, the voices hush, the world holds still in haunted hush. I’m when the sun begins to fall, but I am not the night at all.

Created from stray radiation, he attacks the subway station. listen to the words of this song and you will know who it is by singing along. He picks up a bus and he throws it back down As he wades through the buildings toward the center of town

Whether with a crown or with wings, I tend towards flowers or other pretty things.