I banished every picture
That Daddy had of you
A razor knife silhouette
Remains on just a few.
For your image these days only
Incites anger and bitter hate
We can not stand the sight of you
And for Karma, we all wait.
I built a fire in the yard
To cast you down into
You’re the epitome of evil
God has seen what you do.
I criticize myself
For being blind for so long
We pray you have a painful death
We will all be happy when you’re gone.
I wish that I could witness
The shock upon your face
When Peter quite explicitly
Points out your fall from Grace.
I hope the sins of this mother
Fall on your children too
For they are just as guilty
And just as greedy as you.
I pray your cold heart
Disintegrates like sand
When the Lord removes you from the book
With his very own hand.
And as you go falling
Into the fiery pits of hell
We’ll all be singing hallelujah
And rejoicing as well
