There is a thing in this void that calls itself a God
Thirsting for destruction, waves of choas erupting
I shout
"Don't you know who I am?
I carry the sun in the palm of my hand
I could level New York City with a single word!"
Ignoring my boastful cries, the void spits fire at my heart
Shards of light crack around me, splitting the wires of reality to bits
The atmosphere is torn to shreds, and for a moment I stand in a sea of cracked mirrors
Endless possibilities of endless realities dance around me in tiny shards
When everything is cut off at the source with a blast of rocket lightning
Inside that vastness of outer space
The emptiness becomes more hollow
Left in blackness and silence I wonder if I'm dead
"Not me, not today, I will not fall!", that hero said
Through seas of crackling lightning bolts
Waves and waves of burning infernos
The crashing force of an earthquake at point blank range
The chaos of that galactic tornado spinning and tossing me about
Finally, exhausted, I cannot even crack his shell
I shout the words of Power that would send him back to hell
Golden bracers shine like stars amidst the blackness of space
Light tears through the creature, cutting through his face
And still he stands, and I defeated eat another earthquake
Through the stratosphere I came crashing back to Earth
A second rate hero is all that I am worth