Dear fellow entity
I apologize sincerely
I fear to shed tears on your stance
But the devils in the mirror, I may stolen a glance
His procession is caressing my alter ego
I taste his whispers of demonic lingo

In a grasp depriving me of sufficiency
My mental state is deficiency
Thoughts are riggity...
I smell the whole worlds dystrophy

No longer see
I sense the blood flow of those around me
I scorched the doors
The four horsemen were forced to be corse
I pour gore on the porch
I hear the hoarse from the source, to devour is chore
To love it is more

To the reader, explorer, or inquirer
Retreat to holiness
For my wit is superior
A shimmer of sinister shivers in my liver
My body, my temple, my entity. His bearer

If you acquire this letter then I am he whom is nearer
Fore the devils in the flesh and I reflect in the mirror

Love- Father of YOUrs