Superman

by Damned from the Holy   Apr 19, 2008


Growing up in Smallville, living life a lie.
Ill give him credit, he is fly for a white guy.
When i say fly, living up to his name.
Running fast to save me from the burning flame.
A master of disguise, with cool powers.
Jumping and leaping from tall towers.
Clark has heat vision, can make water evaporate.
But his breath is frozen, how come he doesn't suffocate?
His powerful bliss, his strength of a million horses.
He could take down all the military forces.
Flying like an angel or a free bird.
A super human? Thats totally absurd.
But i know something that can withstand his might.
A piece of rock, glowing green Kryptonite.

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