Tall Being

The sun is dad and despot

Of this ball in which tread's infested

Blue mother and son get fed and rested

Arrivals 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 was our dad and despot