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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Super Human Radioactive Kid By Kevin Robey March 13, 2013 Skip the ceremonies, and call this what it is A super human, hyperactive radioactive kid The wind in his cape, fighting crime with his noose This “hero” of the people is out on the loose His touch contaminating every inch he feels Leaving every scene in a chemical peel The hero saves the world, and then it dies His good deeds undone, the world’s demise His good intentions leave him alone in the dark In a world that is dead, he has left his mark No one spared from the noose of the radioactive haze That surrounded this kid, his deeds no longer amaze Now he stands alone, no more crime to fight He could have saved this world from its plight Not through combat, but by removing himself From this broken world that deserved nobody else I guess they had it coming, and so did he He thought he was blessed, a sight to see Flying like a eagle, stronger than steel He had all the skills to take the wheel He didn’t fight the evil, it was him after all I guess it’s injustice that he never did fall He reaches for his dagger to correct this mistake Preys to whatever god will have his soul to take He grips the handle of the waiting knife and inhales Then aims it for the heart that long ago went stale But he feels no pain, it doesn’t really seem fair In a world so dead, he’ll never run out of air He remembers his old life and the girl he loved When he was no hero, but he was beloved A time when his life was short but so sweet A distant fantasy where he can only retreat Now he roams the deserted overgrown roads The buildings around have begun to erode His immortal body it seems will never fall Forever left with nothing; no nothing at all…
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