Metaphorical

John Doe Letter 
Slaughter house is full 
of ankle hanging human scum 
Fill my rum with blood 
and i go drunk with a drag 
from the smoking barrel 
of my gun 
Shattered pieces of rotten glass 
Severe your soulles heart in half 
Artories of the acient corpse 
Stuck in my teeth shows no remorse 
No mercy for the mourning 
mother's mind 
Carve the composition of her son in blood 
Forever in her brain her children slain 
Let's climb higher 
in the family tree 
I smell thy stench on pure 
and stainless air 
Mother's of the sons who've 
crossed my path 
I write thy letter in the aftermath