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Mar 2013
You tore her away from me
You bound her to me bed
You ***** her
You took your knife
And stabbed her over 30 times
Before you slit her wrist
And watched her bleed out

You sick *******
One day I will have my revenge
I will show you what its like
I'm even more sick and twisted
I'll make you pay for this
She was everything to me
You ******* stole my life away

I spent the last 5 years
Looking no hunting you down
Now that I found you
I see you have three little kids
A wife so gorgeous
You love them all don't you
Now you get to watch them die

I'll start with the youngest child
He's what 1 year old
I'll cut his toes and fingers off
Then his knees and elbows
Shoulders and hips
Then slit his throat and cover you in his blood
And watch as he bleeds out

How about your daughter
She's three right
Well I'll cut out her eyes
Sow her mouth shut
Cut her open
And pull her insides out
You can see her pain

Where were you
Their father, their savior, and protector
Daddy couldn't save them
Well how do you think I felt
When you stole my life
She was everything
And I wasn't there to protect her

Now for your oldest
He's seven ain't he
I'll cut him up
Pull out his insides
Cover you in in his blood
As it pours out
All over the floor

Now for your wife
Your sweet tender wife
I have something special for her
Something that will make you remember
What it was exactly you did
5 years ago today
When you stole her away from me

I'll bound her to your bed
I'll **** her
Take my knife
And tab her over 30 times
Slit her wrist

How does it feel
To be dressed in the blood
Of all those closest to you
Now you know what I felt
Now you can beg for death
But I wont give it to you
I'll make you an amputee
So you can't **** yourself

I want you to live with this pain
5 years from today
Maybe then I'll come back
And rip your pathetic life away
But I guess I already did
So leave and suffer
Feel my pain

I'll be watching
Your death will be by my hands
And it wont be pleasant
Because by the time you leave
The bomb I placed in your chest
Will explode, leaving you nothing
But residue on the grass
I have no intention in doing this! Just a poem intended to show how far a man is willing to go to obtain revenge for the loss of his daughter.
Robert Guerrero
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