The journeys only so fun
I didn’t want to wake up as a child
I don’t want to wake up as an adult
what else mid to be expected from life’s story that is a merry go round of the same tale
amid the many footfalls
eyes With different faces
there was only but one life
they live immortal
let it die
the journey is only so fun
The super-man
behold--
I give you the super-man
he is shiny
he is new
he is the Jesus come to you
save me O' I, the anti believer
whose stripes do I swear by
whom so I crucify
who beheld when life was given dark
The reply he wrote was the omni answer
"simply a human crisis"
I lay awake scared
behold
in my dream
--the super-man
*Hypo-embrace
In the end they say theres a light at the end of the tunnel. But the point of it all was to stray from the light, I wanted rest. "Everything is LED light," my late wife, Lilandra, told me on her death bed. She could see everytihg, moving into a matrix of an omni pressence that embraced her right before the brights were taken away from hte crysteline eyes I fell in love with. Her time, final moments, couldn't come soon enough. Mine seems to have been in a twilight dream of forever yesterdays.
And now in my final moments, breathing still and jarring as though a babes first breath, every second is condensed in hypo motion. And I can't help but to think of the what if's and a lifetime of the little suffering dramas that plauged man kind as stumbling blocks will actutally hold any importance. The flourecent light in this room hums like 80's synth pop, just a long sting of an ants whine.
And I can't stand the light any longer. It just needs to be dark now. Final moments are the worst, life flashing before the eyes; you can see everything. Death is the cruel child that never grew up toying with man's every action. And now---breath is sudden, and it is taken. Dark is good, dark is God. And Submit I, to the will of Nihl. And who amongst us cannot be thankful that the light at the end is not forever.
Hymn of the marquis
Bound out entrails a gasp a gasp!
Molten fecal the breath of I, at last release
Face embroidered teeth on candied hide and alas, I
Avast sweet filth, flower prolapse the squish between calf fattened thighs
And please, oh oye, and tease marbled meat
Slab on cold bark, pink it be under rotted putrid teet
Oye, and I
The man devining: Superman
And the crowd watched in awe as the man of Tomorrow struggled with all his might to bring Lois back to life. He flexed his will to his hands summowning the strength of Nil. And although her body lay dormant all his muscle and power could not uplift the weight that is death.
”It’s over. Superman,” said Jimmy Olsen removing his Bow tie in respect and dropping it to the ground.
”NO!” Superman yelled clutching her in his breast. His eyes burned white and bared his teeth as an angry dog.
”It won Superman.” Advised Luthor bowing his head. “In the end death always wins. Even it’s too heavy for you to move.” Superman closed his eyes cursing the very existence he knew. He wished he could give himself to her, and all that was his power to the fleshy shell in his arms.
”No. I refuse to loose. Loise...she won’t go. Not now.“ Said Superman beginning to tear up.
”Then when? When you say so? You must think yourself above it all. You must think yourself a God.” Luther scoffed but he knew he had given him the idea he never wanted his enemy to submit to. He wore a worried look on his face in stupidity.
”I am what I need to be. And if needed that’s what i’ll be. A god. A better one. And I’ll make remake everything in 3 days in the image of tomorrow.” The crowd gasped.