The Letter from Death

Hello Mr. I waited for today for a long time
All you have to do is to meet him. Meet him
The old envelope reached my house with dusty smell
But the envelope was postmark at yesterday
The flame in the lamp shakes with a little smoke
Stillness drifted in my gray room
Slow light inserts it from the stained glass of the lancet windows
Dust dances in the corner of the floor
I’m afraid something is wrong my time
I took a paperknife, and hung it on the envelope
The picture acting that has been hung on the fireplace
Cobweb is clouding up my room and my soul
The spider is does a turn one’s back to, and is looking at me
Baphomet on the shelf smiles at me and my soul
Feel alarm about an evil omen
I opened the envelope, and took that of evil
Oh. My soul is twisted by that twisted evil
The word does an evil dance in my brain and my soul
This reached my soul. The letter from Death
I am looking forward to receiving your favorable answer