Him

i hate you

if john should ever cross my path
I'd surely cut that cunt in half
I've yet to find a blade so cruel
to sate my want to maime and maul

If john should ever come my way
i'd make that wanker kneel pray
for fate to swiftly bring his death
to quickly bring his last choked breath

hanging o'er a bathing tub
i'd wallow in his rancid blood
wailing as his flesh is torn
he'd rue the day that he was born

To hear his screams ring through the night
would only add to my delight
in spilling all his fucking guts
'cos ne'er there was a fate so just

If only john would fucking die
i'd like to bury him alive
and shit upon his makeshift grave
that i could proudly say i gave