“You’re nothing but a construct of bones and blood wrapped in flesh.. No peace will you feel until I grant you your death.

You’ll be sliced and leak red, and your weak bones will snap. Protruding from the safety of your ivory sack.

Overwhelmed with the idea of Heaven and Hell. Prayers can’t be fulfilled without breaching free will.

When saints become sinners and their souls are condemned, what is the difference between the demons and men?

Evil will take over as fast as it can. You’ll die in the night with the screams of the damned.

Your end is soon near, and your pain I won’t spare. I will drown you in blood, while you’re gasping for air.

One thing I can promised is death in itself, and I will bring upon you my rapture of hell.

Blood will spread fast. My force of evil wildly cast. I’ll remind you of all your sins of your passed,

When I come to see you before you wake, remember to ask if your soul He will take.

Love,

Damian”