The Thing

The severing rape of untapped and ubiquitous oblivion caused him to reach out to family like no one had in recent past;
The razors shot through the air and he noticed the blackbird like an earth split on a fault so he rose up like Batman on the third film.
Contemporary Batman (fin) had trials, but none compared to the assorted blessing his eyes were seeing and could not unsee. No hope was promised. Unending peril was unending.
Then clear eyes as clear seas followed. Bliss. Happiness.

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