My Dearest Bill Cipher,
In theory:
the claims of lost oceans whisper your name
and I know that you and he are one in the same
William Sloan is it Or is it simply a dream
A shooting star's whispers over hills of grassy green
The demon king has risen and with you comes a storm
to make humanity's worthless trove wish they had yet to be born
I remember you you know from the depths of my dreams
becoming so very numb, that things may not be as they seem
And in this darkest of dawns we watch the black sun rise
over the dreary mountain we will await your enemies cries
Death you tell us death, and none yet to be seen
as in the whispers of your father hiss the town begins to gleam
And you've become so numb that you no longer feel him there
but every time it tires you you become more aware
Trust me trust me I know who you are
and I know that you have fallen in too deep with Shooting Star
Plans made plans failed stories you have told
Promises made of buying up your gold
Crush me if you must until there's nothing of me left
But once you do I promise you won't make another step
So the nightmare that lives inside your head will forever play on
as you sit atop your throne over the corpses over your pawns
Forever parties dances balls and galas have been held
but nothing like the festival where all the demons dwell
So now the time has come at last: my final qusstion for you
the thirteenth year is coming William Sloan so just what shall you do?
All the best,
Sophia Crutchfeild
I don't know who this William Sloan person is but I will make humanity wish they were never been born and I will become king! And are you saying I like shooting star? Wow have you got it wrong! I'm thinking about crushing you but I actually enjoyed your letter. You may live though my uprising. Thirteenth year, it depends which thing you are talking about? I plan to see you soon!
~Bill Cipher~
(p.s. Mabelton: I know who William Sloan is! I read the fan fic! I also have read The Ghost Of Crutchfeild Hall)
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