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Good-By Father
You hurt me,
Just as your father hurt you,
So get out of my house,
BEFORE I FUCKING KILL YOU!
Your father was smart,
And left before he was murdered,
You should of learned from him,
But now it's too late,
Your death has come,
Don't think about running,
Here comes the gun!
Three bullets in the chest,
One hit the heart,
Two aimed at the head,
One to the eye,
One to the brain,
Down to the ground you go,
Drying blood stain.
Giggles and laughter,
The happy child's scream,
The death of you,
Was everyone's dream.
