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