If you you could hear me,if at all you could,my be as stone should.My head be racing,to the time you were mine,for you to find somthing less divine.Now to kill what saw in you.To make you mourn the way I do.Now that I'm in the black,there shall be no turning back.My spirit will fly,if you just DIE!
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
This poem is in loving memo of my good fo' nutin' dad.BURN IN HELL!!
