The Love Revealed:II

I remember praying, asking for all this, wishing for her,

to be my wife, to love me as I’m in love with her

but that wish came unnaturally

her love forced,

She resented me, hated me, loved me, loathed me, loved me, H-A-T-E-S Me;

there were good times, yes, to be certain, there was good times

But oh, when there came bad times

the bad times drove us insane

my imagination went into over drive

and fate of hand forced;

She wont stop, she wont shut up,

her mouth never ending and spewing,

And now, She must die, so clean slate can restart

may the Elders and others, see me and this sacrifice

and look favorably upon me;

I HATE MY WIFE, I HATE MY LIFE I HATE MY WIFE, I HATE MY LIFE,

I HATE MY WIFE I HATE MY WIFE I HATE MY WIFE I HATE MY LIFE

FOR WHAT SHE IS AND FOR WHAT SHE HAS BECOME

AND FOR THE WOMAN SHE WILL NEVER BE AGAIN

SHE IS BROKE, SHE’S BUSTED

SHE’S BITTER

SHE’S COLD;

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I mean, I’m at the desk here, writing,

Can’t she see me here working for Christ sake,

Every time that you come over here and interrupt me,

You Fuck me up Sweetheart,

You fuck up my groove, and Mary dear, I can’t get it back,

I’m Tired, I mean I am SO SICK, of NOT Being able to have a Complete THOUGHT,

Cause you keep interrupting me and Fucking me up,

Here, come over here and play your stupid computer games here on Facebook, while I go out

I’m going to the bar, and then to the store to get me some drinks,

Man, I HATE having to drink to get me by,,

I would rather just deal with it like a man would,

Strong and lasting,

But I’m on a deadline Here, to get my work done And you keep on Fucking me over sweetheart

GOD DAMN YOU, Damn you for making me drink,

if you weren’t here, if not for you I wouldn’t need to drink,

it’s the only thing that can get me back into the groove of working and writing

quickly enough, without having to take the time to calm and meditate

That’s another thing that she’ll have to answer for

Driving me to drinking,

besides ruining my work, and my writing…

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I WANT TO BREAK HER, I WANT TO BREAK HER SELFISH SPIRIT

I want to hurt her, break her jaw

Yes, yes, that’s it, break her jaw so she’ll stop forever talking,

Kill her mother,

That should be next, Yes, don’t you see, simplicity in the simplest root form, kill the mother

take her dead body out to her sisters house,

I’ll fuck her sister, Dick her down and her cunt girlfriend with some cock first before I strangle them

Strangle them with my bare hands, strong and vengeful,

Over there, there is enough land to bury them

her dumb bitch mom I’ll bury face down,

I can cut her jaw off with my axe,

Yes, that’s it, so she’ll enter the afterlife dumb

Mary can go on, and live, find somewhere else to live

I’ll then leave her alone,

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