Mutsuhiro Watanabe

You are evil,
you are mean,
your nasty greed,
has turned you green.
You are sick,
you are cruel,
your crazy rampants,
give you power to rule.
I hope your grave,
is nice and cold,
and that your face,
grows maggots and mold.
You disgust me,
you bad bad word,
I hope you get pooped on,
by a flying bird.
I hate you so much,
you nasty man,
I hope you cut your mouth,
on a rusty can.
I hope you're comfortable,
nice and well,
in your new home,
burning in hell.
I am glad you're dead,
I don't miss you at all,
if you stood on a cliff edge,
I would tell you to fall.
This is the end,
of you on this earth,
I sign this with hate,
for all that it's worth.

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