To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)

Leviathans

Hate to steal the show, boys

But Cas is, hm—he's gone

We run this vessel now

Got control of the man

Can't kill us if you try

We'll just mend ourselves

Indestructible, yes, so cry

For your lost God and the

Losing side of the battle

For mercy from the lost

Beasts roaming purgatory

We're back from exile

And we will damn well rally

But this weak fragile being

Can't hold us all forever

And we're all but antsy to

Stretch our legs out more

We'll infiltrate slowly and

Rise to power surreptitiously

This planet's a walking buffet

And oh, it's all too easy

No one knows what we are

We catch the hunter's attacks

We have brains and we got guts

And they'll all be covered in black

Hate to burst your bubble, boys

But we're not here to give a scare

We leviathans run the world now

So try and stop us, if you dare.

Ah, this is gonna be so much fun...