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