He's Dead
I’ll be glad when they say,
He’s dead.
He treated me bad,
While others he spoon fed.
I hate this dude.
He gets on my nerves.
He gave me hate.
That i didn’t deserve.
He has the nerve.
Now to beg his friends.
For a job for me.
But in all in all,
It is for him.
So that he can say,
I did this for you.
Man, forget you.
You messed over me,
Big time.
And you will get yours,
In due time.
You low life,
Son of a witch,
If it wouldn’t for,
You calling the cops,
On me,
And all my life,
Intimidating me,
Manipulating me,
And turning me,
Into a social reject,
From me or anyone,
You should get,
Respect,
For all of the pain,
And the neglect,
That you would,
Subject out on,
The offspring,
Of yours who,
Is the smartest.
I worked my hardest.
To stay away from you,
A fool who let Satan,
Use you to do harm to me,
Emotionally,
Mentally,
Spiritually,
Socially,
Financially,
And just globally,
In all aspects of my life.
I want you out of my life,
Forever.
You are already dead,
Emotionally,
Mentally,
Spiritually,
Socially,
Financially,
And just globally,
In all aspects of your life.
You failed me,
Your children,
Yourself and your wife,
A natural disaster,
Who needs to bow down,
To the real Master,
Instead of bowing,
To the master of disaster,
Or your destiny in hell,
Because you put me,
In a manmade jail,
Will continuously prevail,
And fire on you,
Will be plastered.
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