In your pomp and all your glory, you're a poorer man than me.
The legends lie cradled in the seagulls call, and the promise they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
We'll have Superman for President, let Robin save the day.
My words are a whisper, your deafness a shout.
A sweetly scented angel fell, she laid her head upon my disbelief, and battled with me with her ever smile.
Jump up, look around, find yourself some fun. No sense in sitting there hating everyone.