Hannah K. HeroesToday grave news my fellow man We’re no longer on top It seemed for us God had a plan Turns out it was a flop A new generation is born Better than you and I Already they’re feeling forlorn Outcasts from their own kind
And one can fly just like a bird Another can’t be seen Their insane claims will not be heard By any human being
The mistake’s in their DNA Says the geneticist We’ll need to keep these devils at bay Call in the exorcist
A man’s erasing memories The fight for supremacy begins Against us human enemies Heroes will someday win
Alliances they shift and change The flying man is dead It’s secret now the war they wage The end is up ahead
A guy with fire at his command Blows up when he feels hurt So now the world that’s in his hands Will be blasted to dirt
Only cockroaches are left alive After heroes and humans fall Creatures of God meant to survive It was them on top after all
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