Apologies to you, my faithful followers
For the sins committed in my grassland stables
Without any words to produce these labels
Of the monsters at large that produced hollowers

How can I make it up, I've shed my private tears
Do you want me on knees to beg for forgiveness
Because I'll do right thing to appease the witness
Yet can't deliver songs to the struggling frontiers

Please accept last letter to know my true feelings
That life will be better, cause I know of the pain
Hopefully bring a light to a new normal sane

Let me know if this helped resolve the past dealings
Bury the hatchet deep, not to reopen cuts
Let's hug out the process to stop stirring the guts