Father Destroyer -

the little town where you were born is slanted.

all the clouds that float above

were planted.

all of the kids are grown here like fancy clones.

paperweight

souls cant hold down their flighty bones.

but we know their weakness.

we know they have no heart.

a penguin line calls you out to join them.

a steady

march until the end- a countdown.

all of the sounds you here are the ratchet

swings.

working to hold up signs for the profit kings.

we know their weakness

we can push them all out.

father destroyer, just blow your whistle and Ill go to work.

I already know who, but, just tell me which ones go down first.

the fish that swims upstream and on is granted another wish, a sea of stars,

a big win.

if he can reach the sky theres still danger here.

tentacles wait

and see what the currents bring near.

father destroyer, just blow your whistle and Ill go to work.

killing comes

easy.

give me a chance to drown my thirst.

it is the kill time.