Destinymanifesto
You are the ghost that I evoked, the empty cage and the missing page
Quick lunch to witness our demise
If ever the days would consume my time
An easy target
An easy win
The coat is warm like the apocalypse
Fathers, sons, and holy ghosts clog the minds and throats that choke
The stench is sworn in like the youth
With trembling hearts you've got all to lose
An easy target
An easy win
The coat is warm like the apocalypse
Destiny's dead
I cut its head off