Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Hate Returns Round 2

Goddamn you in the way that you think
You fight it out with me
Then act like it never took place
How dare you talk to me like that
How dare you treat my mother like shit
Keeping us under with the weight of your words
I'm so fucking tired of your crap I'm gonna freakout
Killing you here and killing you there
You die over and over inside of my head
Picturing the death that you just won't die
No tears are shed in this land for this land is mine
Cutting you open again and again
The black blood of evil comes and flows forever out
Let the world see the shit that runs in your veins
Now they will understand the storm in my heart
Caused by you and your wickedness
Fuck you asshole you can't treat people like that
Yearning to not be your son
Wishing I could erase the part of you that's within my blood
Pain and anguish I wish upon you
Bitterness and defeat you forced on my back
No more fucker no more
You will not hold me back you won't hold me down
I will fucking end you and bring you back for round two
A poet in my anger you become the satan of my soul
The snake in my garden you ruin all life
Motherfucking ass sucker why won't you just fucking die
Wishing and hoping I dream of your demise
Hatred has come with it's fullness once again
And the aim is locked on you I set the trigger and pull
Bullets fill your worthless body and you fall dead
No more worry and no more pain
Just the end of a fucking useless life
Never saying you love only how much you hate
Will now it's my turn bitch how do you like it now?
Them apples of hate have been shoved down my throat
Now as I pull them out and give them back I retort back
"Hey fucker how 'bout them apples!"
Never having you around wouldn't be a bad thing
Praise would then escape from my lips
I hate you today and I hate you tomorrow
Forever I hate you for it will never cease
No sleep and waiting on this beast, my hate
As my hope dies everyday that your fucking heart beats
So many love you that don't even know
But I love you not because I never knew you at all
Just a cold old man prepare your grave the night has come
Longer then the first I come again with a flurry of rage
Knocking you out and away for good
Just die you fucking bitch just fucking die the father I hate

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