D E A R
To whom it concerns
I'm writing you an apology
You don't know me but you will know what I've done
So you don't make the same mistake
I was the first one
To take the poison
I was the first son
I am the reason
That you will pay
By the sweat of your brow
You will eat from the ground
Every day
You'll be cursed to toil
Until you return to soil
L O V E
Yours truly
I hope this message weathers time
If you receive this gift to you
You'll never have to die
I am the way the light
The truth and life
I am the only first son
The only reason
That you are free
Cast aside your shackled
And drop the vanity
To follow me
And take your cross
Before we leave
L O V E comma yours truly
You don't have to die if this message is received