Death Letters

Parents beware, they're after your c***d
Taking them away to die in the wild

An unseen face, of an unseen kind
Death letters dressed up so they appeal to the mind

Addressed to your c***d from an unmarked location
They're from the death dealer, at the death dealing station

Offering cash, and help with a job
Once your c***d agrees, they're thrown into a mob

Fueled by fear, killing to live
In honor of the death dealer, their lives they give

Your c***d shot dead while reloading their mag
Now all you have are memories, and the death dealer's flag



Copyright 2012
Sienna Grace