Tall Being

Yohan Kisser

Compositor: Yohan Kisser

The Sun is dad and despot
Of this ball in which tread's infested
Blue mother and sons get fed and rested
Arrival made her run fast, but got bested
The rival's fang had wrapped and arrested

Purple cubs felt misled and protested
But war just kept on spread the zested
Pleasured beast went ahead and jested
Blue turned red while she bled her chest and
Blue will turn red when Sun catch our planet

The Sun is our dad and despot
The Sun is our dead end
The Sun is us
The Sun

While children screamed and pled the breasted
Mother was already dead and ingested
By this tall being red and crested
Who did not hesitate to shred the nested
He knew the Sun's our dad and despot