Super Hero

May 18, 2014

I may seem restored but I've got my kryptonite

Never gang banged so I ain't throwing up crypt tonight

Praying the cloud captain guide my ship tonight

Please intercede for me cause I'm too weak to fight

Spread my wings, let me mature, and take flight

I'm pursuing the process of doing things right while I write

Ducked off for the night and this lust got a hell of a bite

Fighting for my future spouse

I'm all over the place like a mouse

Let me focus no hocus pocus

I'm batman but the sin is Bain

If Lois Lane showed up, she'd catch me driving in the wrong lane

Currently trying to deal with my baggage claim, full of pain

But the joy God gives is something I'm hoping I'll gain

Time for a fresh start so let me refrain from playing games, seeing girls as dames, and trying to pick out the lames

Fleeing from the falseness of fame

Seeing my full mess in fullness but maybe I'll find a goddess that'll deal with this lame

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