Tuesday, 24 May 2016
Superman is dead
Here he comes with his magnificent cape
With his heart burning with flames
With his shape ray vision
He is on a mission
To save the world
And everyone he loved
He didn't do this for the money and the fame
Or to popularise his name
He did it because of the way his heart was made
Superman was what he was named
Now all his hard work went down to the drain
He was taking for granted and all he did was in vain
He wasn't appreciated
He was down graded
He was taking for a fool
And there was nothing he could do
Because it was believed that only people from earth are allowed to have feelings and be weak
And since he his from crypton he was denied fundamental factors of what made him human
Now his strength is weakened
And his whole essence has lost its meaning
Superman his dead
The whole world was shocked when they heard
But in the process of resurrection
Lex luther is born
Superman is gone forever
Cos good and evil cant live together
Labels:
dark poetry,
death
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