o' father to really be truthful
I'm happy that you are not on this earth no more
you treated my mom with such disrespect
If you were still here I would fight you to my very last breath
so I really hope you are in hell and not heaven
you stole from my mom and brought dum stuff
you thought of yourself before you thought of us
so if you are looking down on me I ask that you don't
you make me sick and you were never my father fo sho
so I finish this poem with a couple of words
thats why your in hell and if I die I'll fly like a bird
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