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I-H8.
By Ross e f Lombardi.
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Sometimes I lay back in bed quietly resting.
Listening to the seagulls and the soft drone of the traffic.
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And I wish to myself...
I Do hope my ex wife is unhappy.
I Do so hope she is miserable.
.
As each for ounce of happiness she may ever have.
Is just another reason to spit hate at the face of god.
.
I condemn my immortal soul to eternal damnation.
Because I hate and blame god for any joy she may ever have.
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Sometimes I lay back in bed just quietly hating the lord.
Dreaming to the seagulls and the soft moan of the road outside.
Just wishing pain upon Susan Chapman of Redcar.
.
See you all in hell.
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I-H8.
By Ross e f Lombardi.
.
Sometimes I lay back in bed quietly resting.
Listening to the seagulls and the soft drone of the traffic.
.
And I wish to myself...
I Do hope my ex wife is unhappy.
I Do so hope she is miserable.
.
As each for ounce of happiness she may ever have.
Is just another reason to spit hate at the face of god.
.
I condemn my immortal soul to eternal damnation.
Because I hate and blame god for any joy she may ever have.
.
Sometimes I lay back in bed just quietly hating the lord.
Dreaming to the seagulls and the soft moan of the road outside.
Just wishing pain upon Susan Chapman of Redcar.
.
See you all in hell.
.
.

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