. 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. . .