Blood Runs pt1

How should I begin it?
A storm is coming... im down to ride
Danger sings from every side

There is no escaping, there's no place to hide.

Standing in position I take my place

as one who kills but gets no thrills.

Things do not appear as they seem

Clark Kent is innocent without his beam

Its going down, down, down!

where infants meet to spend their day

Its going down, down, down!

where adults gather to sing and pray.

I hear the sounds from where it lurks

my glasses off, im ready for works

Like a Zorro fitted in wolfs disguise,

under his mask lives the 'truth in lies

Looking at faces, all shades and smiles

its hard to play the game, enforcing wiles.

Cause I look at them and see myself

their innocence blamed like treasures of wealth.

There are so many and they so young

what waits for them only heaven can tell

They are being robbed, they are being killed

Blood runs and nobody reports.

I try to save as many as could

but will not remove my mask as should.

Because all in all im just a man

my weakness is what l  need to stand

Buying and selling of precious blood

killing life with no remorse of such.

Lo, I take my position as Clark Kent

Then I have to hide or else im spent

Those killing have themselves been killed

by fearful eyes, to play the game of lies.

They project an image that you must follow

pushing pressure down throats to swallow

They scream and shout- oh help us please!

I hear the sound, my shirt release

Both Clark and those are victims too

Superman's not super without the help of few

If he had guts, he'd take off the mask

his red and blue robe would go at last

then the world would see him as he is

just like us he's dying to live.

Mythical_Poet

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(Long Time Coming -2011)