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RIDDLE ME THIS
Three roads diverged in a yellow wood,
But in-between is where I stood.
Surrounded by rings of blue and red,
I charge in and smash through their heads.
When I find my target, I lock on, brush their allies aside,
Wherever I go, wherever I land, that's where my target died.
A demon-incarnate; that's who I Project,
Once evil, now it is the peace I protect.
The past can't hurt you anymore, unless you let it,
Some call me six, at least if that's how you spell it.