Dead Enders, 

I am writing you today not only as the Editor/Owner of the DE Daily but also as a concerned citizen of Dead End.  While I was out of town for a couple of days the below ” Missive” was left on my desk.  It is yet another note from someone threatening the lives of  of our citizens, pronouncing us  unworthy once again.   It is printed  exactly as it was sent to me in the hopes that someone may be able to identify the loon that wrote it. If the handwriting or perhaps the wording looks familiar to you please contact Kahlen Vaniva at the DE Daily. This person clearly needs help.  Be Safe out there Dead Enders, Be safe. 

Kahlen Vaniva, DE Daily Editor 

On the first of the last seven days
He saw His world and said:
“Give me back all the animals and birds
They will be spoiled like all the human beings”

He heard the people cry
He heard the people sigh
But still they didn’t pray
Then came the other day
And the streets of Deadend City were filled with blood

On the second of the last seven days
He saw His world and said:
“Give me back all the flowers and the trees
You don’t deserve their beauty and their shelter”

On the third of the last seven days
He saw His world and said:
“Put out all the stars and the moon
You don’t deserve a compass in your darkness”

He heard the people cry
He heard the people sigh
But still they didn’t pray
Then came the other day
And the streets of Deadend City were filled with blood

On the fourth of the last seven days
He saw His world and said:
“Give me back my last friends on this world
For they will die like all those terrible traiters”

On the fifth of the last seven days
He saw His world and said:
“Give me back the wonderful sun
You don’t deserve the light that’s in your blind eyes”

He heard the people cry
He heard the people sigh
But still they didn’t pray
Then came the other day
And the streets of Deadend City were filled with blood

On the sixth of the last seven days
He saw His world and said:
“Now burn down this people and this world
They wouldn’t hear my word upon the mountain”

And then on the last day of the week
The world was waste and empty
He saw His world and cried
(( Below is written in haste, barely readable and seemingly meant for Kahlen))

Beware of the Sister, I am cleansing this city, sending the sinners to their Lord.