Petes Poetry
I hate my mum.
Let evil abound.
and hell reign.
Without a sound.
Possess my mothers brain.
Show her hell and insanity.
Show her poverty and struggle.
Save her not from vanity.
Leave her mind in a muddle.
Lie, manipulate.
Give her gods wrath.
Slowly saturate.
Turn her pride in to broth.
For the soup she forced me to take.
So to fill her pockets pillage and rape.
So let her rot in evil.
So let her will become feeble.
So let justice forever be done.
If this is the way you treat your son.
I'm sorry I ever called you mum.
Pete.
and hell reign.
Without a sound.
Possess my mothers brain.
Show her hell and insanity.
Show her poverty and struggle.
Save her not from vanity.
Leave her mind in a muddle.
Lie, manipulate.
Give her gods wrath.
Slowly saturate.
Turn her pride in to broth.
For the soup she forced me to take.
So to fill her pockets pillage and rape.
So let her rot in evil.
So let her will become feeble.
So let justice forever be done.
If this is the way you treat your son.
I'm sorry I ever called you mum.
Pete.
