No more excuses, Now that you're down on your knees. Begging for the approval of your long expired plead!
You might as well be exasperated, Upon your final dis-useful breath!
Because were now both for certain, That your going down in my Black Book of Suffering death!
Your just a wasteful being too me, Not no more are you worthy then the Antagonizing, ignorant, tormented, confused, Everyday deraignment of my pain and misery!