Superman
We hadn't had a world where my boy friend was going to tell you about everything in his holy life, or share about worlds we couldn't have to know about and sing by these challenges but that you couldn't know my home, in this in once before.
I found him.
This boy I've been dreaming about, and like you could imagine some teenage girl, hearing about this, insane crusader, out across the middle
americas, that this, kid, these worlds, could be this life, surely, and that we could believe in this Metropolis not until, we could find Smallville, and he's made it, forever, and that we could know, you were welcomed to it,
when the boy pulled your car out of the river, and said it, but worlds surely over, as far as he could run, so believe in what a planet could be and just so still what we could be, and that I could be in love with these old lives, and share what You could do, if your own grace wasn't here before these worlds in hers, this one life, surely taken back, "I want you to know,
I couldn't, be here, alive, I think you're around, but that you could, be around, I think there's something else in God, by now..."
And that you could hear it all still, this was some kindergartener, like he could tell you with his eyes, he was 80, if you needed that, or believed in more, and I wanted them too, and so we could, breathe, this life, surely so sung, that I could be at his house, and these parents you couldn't know, about, and I could feel him breathe, in a run, across the planet, to his own front door.
"What is this place,
anymore?" We could know about this little home inside my challenge ever backwards over back and smoked against this little world in hers, so surely sung before that I couldn't have to know about, that this wasn't gone before these worlds, this was challenge, back in hers, this was gone, this was taken surely severed and never lost, this was gone,
"What is that?" he asked, this man, and I said, "it used to be, what?" He was crying, he'd, never seen anything like this stone, and you can't, have to know about the green rocks that glow, but that this was blue, and shared was ours inside my hope before these worlds, and he said, "He's gunna fly.." And that worlds couldn't change what you are and I could watch these, planets never taken surely sharing ours before that this couldn't happen to know about, and so that we couldn't have to lose your home, and this was worlds away, or that this was gone, and so share what I couldn't have to know about my little romance here so surely sung before, these inside my planets never lost, and these in worlds, I could know about these inside that I could challenge these in Home, this, world so sung back and
where couldn't we all, go, and sing, home, and want, more for what, he, could be, this, without me but that I could drive, a thousand hours across this planet like you never didn't need to know what could call to ours, and so that shadow couldn't love just what you are still and that this just wasn't taken surely sharing about my worlds in her, and this was more to know, and this was gone, before, that this was gone, he could dream about me, on in with this voice, inside of ours before that we couldn't have to know about these inside our worlds, challenged, and worlds over before, these worlds, this was gone before, that this one life, surely shared,
"You know will?"
And I said,
"I don't know why they're like that, if it's Ion," and he said, in a world, of what the green rocks could be, crystalized agony, and that will was air, and green light, surely could the crystals be deposits of venom in will, that we could fight against, and fear forever, so we'd know what could happen to him, and I said, "What?" "You don't know what this is?" the blue rock, with me, and I wanted to know, what he could believe that these worlds challenged in my hatreds broken back into my own home before, "hope,"
and worlds where we could know about these worlds, inside my only life in my hate for your broken songs, and that these olden planets never could breathe, but that I couldn't sing, a higher key, for what he could be,.. "An alien?" Or worlds, that this was never lost before these worlds, "What, you know something, what do you know?"
It was Martha, this time, and she said, of what we could be, and what's in a dream, or worlds in my placement so surely taken before these only hills, in ours so that surely this world inside my hope, for thee, and these worlds, "His name..." and here, he could come through the door, and I could want just to scream, at what he could be, and what he'd want here with me, and surely that you could breathe, this one challenge before, my
home, but this was never taken, surely, after all I could be.
"You want to,
this is your new babysitter, Clark." "I love you," he said to me. "What are you?" And I couldn't know about this lonely world, and he looked passed me, when I sort of, stepped back, and he could see the box on the table there, and that I could have heard another name in my own dream, this life, surely before these worlds, and that I couldn't have to know, about worlds, surely sung, and he could, see this stone with me, and that it lit up his blue eyes, and this world, he could believe, he looked, human, this black hair, and blue boyish eyes, and share so like, not like, spice from Doom, or anything, but this was here, this glow, in stone, an worry before these worlds, and I said, "I'm your friend," or over more, before that this was broken back in my before, and he could look at me in grandeur so spoken back in worlds before all my, hope before, these lives, here, so surely sung, that this was gone, before my worlds couldn't have to be so sure, and still that I could, this is it...
He was here, and,
she'd run, I think, with the red stone. He'd used those before, but the, the boy who had it, some teenager, he had a new one, yellow. And that these worlds couldn't be for all of ours, and that this was gone before mine in these worlds we'd spin, and when Jonathan looked at the red stone, there was, change, about his world,
and worlds could you know, he didn't, break, but, didn't cry, either.. "I'm Lois Lane," I said to these two, new arrivals, and I could hear, "Lana Lang." "Uh, Barry. Let's say Barry." "Thanks Lex, what's the rock for, more jewelry?" the boy, there said, what was of worlds, and planets broken before, and he had, a big, glowing rock, and held it up, "You know how jewelry works, Clark?" "Kalel," I said, and like I couldn't,
what, I had something else; they showed up with more rocks I had to be impressive... "What did you call me, Lois," and he could wonder back at me, and that I could see this challenge corrupt, in hers, before we couldn't be so granted, and that life, was gone against, that I could hope my battles screamed, and more, to worlds, and that this was gone, this wasn't gone, and I said, "I called you Superman."
And that I could know this one kiss, but that he took off from the ground, this life, in hers, or more, an I could have, expected a rocket into the planet earth, or something,
some sure takeoff from a field, where we'd have to see him go, but, the first time he took to air, he breathed, and kissed me, surely here, and worlds, couldn't be so wrong, but this red blue and yellow, golden glow, this world in before, these worlds in my change, and ours, before this world, and no one said, what our worlds could be, but that this challenge, could be for, me, and I couldn't lie again, but that he didn't hover off the ground?
He has. Like it was just for the kiss, he landed, and worlds could, believe these worlds in my hope, this moment with me, and that challenges, could bring my only worlds couldn't break us back inside my pain, in me, or hers, and he could, go to her, and smile, and hold her cheek, on this red, set, glow, and worlds, could know about more, but first of all I don't have to worry about, these worlds in my heart, and I was like,
"I'm just the babysitter, you're his girlfriend, right?"
"Auh can I be the girlfriend t-" Barry started, but like, called back, and just smiled, and Clark hugged Lana, and hugged him, and worlds away, could you know, and that this was here, but that you couldn't have to know about my only plans, for these worlds, and so shared, was gone before, and that this was destiny, in ours, so surely believe I could be hers, before grace and my hatred for grandeur, and that we could all look at what he could be, in where we could need...
"The life You know, isn't going to be, what I thought, you might be screaming about. Did you think I'd never return?" And that these worlds, couldn't hope to know about these worlds in my palace before my only worlds in hell, but that this was our heaven sending here in these worlds before ours, so shared, was gone, and like, I was,
Lex had, not fucking, brandy, something really rad looking, he flashed to Jonathan Kent, and I smiled, cuz he was like,
'I know, right?'
and worlds couldn't stand so apart, but like, worlds, shared, and believing in ours, before, these graces never lost in hers, before what you can't know, about my, old, life, but surely, before, this kiss, we could watch what, he, was, and sing about this, one night, and I could want to know, about what she could tell, me, Lana Lang, and she didn't, have to be sure?
Girls don't even know what you thought we did together, but like, we could share our company, for these olden worlds, in this, house, he could believe my life in hers before,
"We have another room," he said to me, Clark did, and he, looked, often at the box on the table still, and Lex said, "That's kind of you Clark but you should offer it to Lois, instead.."
"Whatever you could know, and know about challenges, could you believe in where I could bring this night to change, and worlds about your surrender, and that these could be ours, so know that when I say,
there were no Japanese in that attack, you can know it was done by monsters, so scare yourself, well enough for good, and bring something into a challenge to hate the way I am, or what you could believe, badly?"
Whatever you couldn't know about so surely believed, these few worlds, couldn't be lost, just to you, or me, but wherever you couldn't hate my life, or wherever you could venture to break apart, this planet, the devils rode the night skies, and that shame could believe you on, in how fucking fast I drove and how many cop cars
are slow, or shootable,
but also like, I couldn't have you believe I didn't think I'd make it in time, or that this could be heard, or share, that these worlds so surely believed, and worlds in my hatred against Japanese airliners, or more likely, against sociopathers... "What do you mean there were no Japanese?" "I mean you're going to have to figure out how stupid, anyone alive is, to maybe, think, that if I kicked your ass, it was, Americans, who kicked your ass, in real life." Or worlds could be gone, and show us where he could bring these gathered, here, before we could shame us all, together, do you think? The alarm, sounded,..
I didn't know, they even had those... wwooooooorrrrr,liiiiiiiiiiwaaaaaaaaarrr,waaaaaaaaaaarrrrrr,liiiiiiiwaaaaaaarrrr over here, across these cities, that this attack could be challenge, and grace could be stupified, but wherever you are about it, or wherever you were sent, we could know, Clark, didn't, have, well, he world, these lives, challenged before me, and broken back, in time...
Kansas was never even close, to the only city, that saw the lights, in the skies, and it was like, they wanted us to witness, what could happen, if they weren't scared, and we had, screams, because what You were, was special,
or that what they were was changed?
"Where Are you from, if not America?"
"I was adopted, actually, I have no idea where my home planet could have been..." What did he say? "American though, yes, I am. Still has nothing to do with me kicking your ass; it'd be my call, and my own power, I'd use to do it."
What what listen listen hear on the sound cry what what listen listen hear on the sound cry here so heard better backwards ever on, for, this, world listen listen to the sound in our cry, lights on the fields and the fire smoke, gone away, listen listen listen son, take a dearest girl away we're gunna die in pain and the world is wrought with a message for you all, in
apocalypse and what he'd brought for listening to hell, sung, back, in our, pain, this was never wrong, surely ever after more, pain, listen listen worlds, for this in ours, before, mine, this was never gone, better, here so-
"WHO are you?" said Clark, there,
the air, shook. Vibrated. Violence, aspect, I could see, green light fragments, shatter, like there was glass, in the air... An apocalypse, came the reply. "For what?" he demanded, these, sirens, out across, this hell, being delivered. What are you, exactly?
Do you think you matter, to me? "I wouldn't have to but you don't seem special, to me. This is what you wanted? Bombings?" surely bereft of reason, Boy! I am, Dark Seid, and these Sat'tesh! "What the hell was that?"
Jonathan didn't, Clark, moved, the box, this, taken, here, and furthest lives, taken beside ours, and challenged, into where you could be, and what you are, he opened it, and the glowing rocks, behind him he'd seen, but red blue and yellow, here, stunned his eyes..
That we could lay blue, in a body suit,
and you could see red, in a crest, for these before him, in an S, over yellow, and the border of, surrounded by, was red, this S, red, and here, boots, this, red, this life, surely, over more, this heat, this challenge, this worth, this lesson, these planets, some world, this planet, these worlds, this, red, cape.. He was a god..
I honestly, didn't know, that he could do that..
The suit was on. Red over his, well just under his belt, that affixed it together, and the belt was yellow, here, so sure...
What, no wetsuit zipper? Like, heaven or something, the pants and top, affixed comfortably together, beneath the red overwear, there, and he could, believe yours, and he could, be this fast, but that we could see him, there, for a moment, before he blasted the roof apart and took off through the skies, to fight hell
and bring gods, to the world of man, again.
What's this business?
Overflier overflier, down control, this is mission control, this was- Sougara takata, deke mana eshiitou mansa runabimidara sen, Darkseid, Darkseid, Darkseid, Darks-
The plane tore apart, and Superman threw this, wreck, into an open field below. The skies screamed out in fire, but that there was nothing you could imagine, for these worlds, of our settings, beyond all theirs, and hated past, or boiled, to stark, and lost heat, this challenge, with ours.
It's a red, S, like the cape but it,
it takes up his whole chest but it looks NOTHING like the crusader symbol you said someone had it's, he's fucking indestructible! he's fucking indestructible!
Name the aircraft, hurry, say it to me! Give me a name, for it!
Are you
there is no fucking aircraft! he's flying and- .. .