Death Note

The minds you spoke to
Whenever you sing
Songs of doom you sang,
Let’s see them save you now,
That I, death, is here.
Same notes you wrote
Will read your murder type,
Same violin you played
Will turn an ash box.
And if you feel you’ve lived a man
Who made impacts with his songs,
Consider this a gift,
For there, is a better home.
Either deed, today you must die,
Unless God says otherwise.

Wildkhard [TA]