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