To Whom It May Concern
To whom it may concern
It's always easier to blame others
Denying the guilt and shame inside
Feelings all bottled up
Well, to whom it may concern
This is my confession
My thoughts and my indecisions
My truths and my lies
I, of tainted blood,
Do swear the crimes of my roots
Give me broken wings to fly
And fail to reach heaven with
Born under the Morning Star's sin
Worst under the Seven
Which upon horrific deeds
Forever committed and committing
In the dark path, walking blindly
Where no light of hope shines
Stumbling, tripping, and falling upon the ground
Bruised, broken and bleeding, yet still alive
To whom it may concern
This never-ending pain, I hope you never feel
Upon my back, Atlas' job remains
And hope the Dark soon comes