Those lie you said
are butchering words that cut
open the 1 person whose
doing your job
All those days you
spent drinnking away
that one person worked
till his fingers bled
to finish what you started
U "a so called religious man"
should ofer ur thankness to him
But instead u live
on hatred lies that fill
ur ice cold heart with
evil satisfaction that makes
U who u think u are
But your nothing more than a
good for nothing dead-beat
Just cuz u made me
dosent make u my father
The one person who did
ur job & raise me
is my father.
Theres nothing left to say-
Im done with u-