Before a long time ago as we never existed on this Earth the first words have been set in stone by an almighty being of immense power. A being that would go on to serve as the inspiration for many great titans to come, the first real Superman of this world. Then the humans came and evolved, we evolved. What have we become, check one, check two, and check three. What have we truly become? If there isn't a message stronger than what I am about to say then praise the heavens I was not around to witness the stone being cast upon the river of death. Monsters some of us haw become. To fight and to fight for what meaning.
Until the birth of comic books, and a certain faction of companies, they gave birth to a new kind of human unlike any kind. The fanboy. To defend, defend what? Defend their own god damn pride or to defend such a meaningless argument!? In the midst of this chaos, heroes wage a war against villains. Heroes change and they evolve but what never seems to evolve or change in a mindset is the mind of the fanboy. They bicker and they shout blasphemy, damn the unholy war they cause in their violent acts of madness. Who is to say they can't change!? Because everything being said now is true.
If you see a building of a movie studio such as Fox set on fire in the future, the work of a fanboy! Their eyes are filled with blood! They are the abomination of this Earth! You must not be a fanboy, you must mend your ways! Upon the highest temple I have travelled I have seen the future and the end is nigh! Like the battle Superman wages against his villains the Earth will end amongst the tyrants that have longed to be against the warmth Mother Nature has provided. I look upon the bittersweet enemies that collide with an envy and as they speak to the profit of their fortune a misguided wind tells upon a tale. Let your eyes not divert yourself to the real battle! It's not among petty toys and fake guns but it's among a group of humans! People so god damn extraordinary the planet doesn't have a chance, so we must preach and find it within ourselves to give this planet a chance! For all of you left, the ones with the power or lesser power that is not corrupt by the unholy war, must fight! Eradicate the forces that come to destroy Earth! My brothers of fortune, it is time we take the stand against these bitter rivalries and we take it straight to the real source of madness! Lead your minds and cleanse your soul. Look beyond yourself and look beyond your neighbour or the person next to you. Do they lead a life of endless wars? Wars as such THE FANBOY causes in the midst of fires!
Zeus, send your lightning bolts because real power comes from real strength! To take the real battle to this war! Superman doesn't exist does he!? So who the f*ck is going to be the Superman that takes on the real foes amongst the Earth, us! Our planet is precious and beautiful. We are not moving to the F*cking Moon because some group of people can't get along! Am not mad, am just tired. Tired of this madness! I preach words of kind fellowship for you all to think of because as of now, the danger is growing near! The lights have shattered as the darkness consumes me, inside deep within my mind now I see the future. 2016? How grows the battle, the final triumph. Are we not warriors or are we just a bunch of f*cking losers! I speak from the devilish words of genesis. "To he that comes, is to he that goes". And he speaking in that context, he is the one that must go! If I can stand before a crowd, to explode my thoughts of envy, I would destruct. I remain calm but it just pulses like the glowing warmth of tea through my veins.
Do not obliterate the time, don't run the clock down. They waste no time to count, they waste the wasted Earth. The battle must begin, and YOU shall be among the winners not the sinners. I can not lead my ideas further but that must be decided within your power. As humans we have brilliant power to take control and we often do with forgetting our own place. Put on your golden crown and drive your destiny to where it should be put. Sing the pure anthem of victorious markings and feel. Feel and feel closer to more than the eyes can see. Song for a word and a tune without a hope. Without a hope? No never, never say never. There is always a possibility that rebels may find the cause delightful and join in the chaos. History, what is history without a lesson? What type of history can't be made without a truthful meaning. There is no such thing as history without a meaning or message, this is a meaning. A definition and a bold definition might I add. What is the definition, to define and to create a faction of leaders that are not only born but bred. Faction, do others exist in these realms? No but there may be a chance that out power could guide the strongest of hope.
Take it, take it. Remember, remember your place in this world and where we stand united!