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Jakass
Why couldn’t you see her
The beauty that infants and children are
Did she cry too much?
Was she too loud?
Was she hungry and you too busy?
Getting high
Getting drunk
Did she just want to be held?
Rocked to sleep
Sang to
You fucking bastard
She was only a few months old
How could you do that to her
I hope you die in prison
For shaking that poor child
Throwing her to the ground
May you burn in the deepest pit of Hell
Life support is being turned off
I hope you die in her place
You are a piece of shit
She was a baby
And now she dies
By your hand
I hope they cut your dick off in prison
And shove it down your throat
The beauty that infants and children are
Did she cry too much?
Was she too loud?
Was she hungry and you too busy?
Getting high
Getting drunk
Did she just want to be held?
Rocked to sleep
Sang to
You fucking bastard
She was only a few months old
How could you do that to her
I hope you die in prison
For shaking that poor child
Throwing her to the ground
May you burn in the deepest pit of Hell
Life support is being turned off
I hope you die in her place
You are a piece of shit
She was a baby
And now she dies
By your hand
I hope they cut your dick off in prison
And shove it down your throat
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