The New Gotham shall be made from trash. With death holding the torch behind future, its light shall guide us for eternity.
To the Next Generation!
A voice from behind comes dear with joy. Hope always sounded with a hint of grim. As we pass our hope to next future, cloak of death shadows us from behind. There it goes. Time is yours.
(in picture: Nu Gotham Sounds: Rob and Marley)
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