To Katie, a slow suffering death you deserve,
You are as evil an evil as I’ve ever seen;
If in my path I saw you, I would not swerve,
I pray for the chance, if you know what I mean.
But, I know in prison I would rot,
Although, a pardon would not be sought;
A smile on my face, from ear to ear,
Would never wan, past my hundredth year.
Until the time of your last breath,
I dream of ways to cause your death;
But do not fear my idle thoughts or wishes,
For my children are way too precious.
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