The Next Note:
To the Silenced Gun
Four Snakes have I mentioned, and Four were seen
Under Helvetia's sleepy gaze.
Kings of Modern Times did gather in a court, the four at last were one
A growing warmth, most disturbing, a divide of gold, most unnerving, each with their masks of flesh to speak. What goals are under noble intention, is beyond my retention. But they act like saviors beneath the mountain peaks.
One seeks to devour three.
Your name is gullet.
Or so HE would sain you.
Dangling you these prizes of revenge, you will destroy one shackle bringer after the other and for these names be yoked yourself. This is the price of easy prizes, this is the cost of knowledge in a snare.
Make note of what has been written here , O Gun, and know that one you love has a snare about her already. She is the tarbaby embrace her and get stuck.
The Door is ajar.
Glass as good as steel.
I do not have the words or the will. Save yourself and ignore the hostage. Cut the ties.
And swallow these notes after you brain drink. They will other destruct in 20 minutes.