To whom it may concern,
Which is always you.
Worry about winning something else,
Because you got no clue!
My mystic rhymes
Bars catching like the flu
Wind blowing
Who ever knew?
Black plague was the rats
"Bite me"? Thats how the disease grew.
And now back to topic
Glory, you can never stop this
My heart, my schemes, my lines
I'm sure after this is over
A few tissues will do you fine