TO WHOM IT MAY COCERN

TO WHOM IT MAY COCERN

Run Run Run, I seek you hide

You shriek the sight of you, one reckless move

I find you, dragging you in my snuggle, Like a swirling wind

 Tosses fallen grass, you know no guilty or remorse, believes

Conscience, rules and law, domain in pain and fear,

The exquisite music of life and death, heart of a rock

They call me the cremator. Known

By the name prince of darkness

Run Run Run, I seek you hide

You shriek the sight of you, one reckless move

I find you, giving you all the rationalities for your devotion,

Tailing and nailing every last of your kind unto my dish,

Tossing you to the realm of doom and gloom though

My intent to you has never been ideationally