#4 The Note On Her Doorstep

I will build a chantry and your remains will serve as the central piece

Or, even better, I will immure you in the stone cold walls.

May you die in peace.

I will burn an old church and build an amusement park in its place.

We will ride in the Ferris wheel leaping towards your death.

Hope it picks up the pace.

I will sacrifice your toes on the altar and there will not be a motive.

If you scream, I will tie you down on the tracks

Wishing for a locomotive.

I will plant a forest and let you loose once it is thick enough to scare you,

And I will want to hold your hand but that does not mean

That I will spare you.

I will deliver a blow to your head while you read this obscure message

Or, even better, I will drag you by the hair to the graveyard.

Feel free to discount your blessings.