Casted down from the Sky's, flying toward cement and dirt, until i crash ... i feel like all my strength is gone and I'm no longer superman. did they only love me cause i could fly? i know that's not it but it sure does feel like it. who's worth saving if no one belives your superman, "with great power comes great responsibility" ya, but when the feeling of no power over whelms you, you tend to feel like you've got no responsibility. that's why i relie on my JLA if i get into a battle that's too big.
but this battle with doomsday, this was one i had to fight on my own. i admire doomsday for what it is capable of ... defeating me is no push aside errand on Monday morning, we rolled up our sleves and went at it like two Irish drunks. until the fight started to even out, both powers matched in equality. and i knew this would be the fight of my life. who knew i was going to die, heh. so my wings are gone, the people lost their superman, but truth, justice, and the American way still lives on. but if you read on in this comic book called like, you will see that i Kal-El becomes reborn. just need time my friends, and a new superman will be born.
here's to my friends
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To the greatest man in the JLA. Your super friends will always be here for you, your brian trust. I love ya man. Even though you're a tuna, you'll always be a super man before an aquaman.
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