When he told me, my impending fate,
I was suddenly filled, with undying hate,
Why should i die, for some unknown other?
Why should i leave, my widowed mother?
For me, life, has allways been unfair,
Now i will die, and he doesnt care,
I suppose i should go, leave with pride,
Even if i'd rather, be by my mothers side,
On i go, to my death,
Going to take, my very last breath,
So thats it for me,
I am dead now you see,
Do you know, for whom i gave up my life?
It was the man, who had cause so much strife,
It was my lying cheating dad,
The only person, to ever make my mother sad,
In the end i regret my decision,
And i wish i could shoot him, with deadly precision,
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