Amending

The story can be told just looking into your eyes

The pain you caused us goes way beyond your lies

Your incompetance proved nothing less than fotter

To fuel my call out of your in ability to father

Three kids that lost respect for you while young

You're almost 60 and you get a call from only one

And that's just to check on your well being once in a while

Because i still haven't decided what i'm saying after we file

Out of the building with your ashes incased in its urn

And I have yet to pray for what I am most concerned

That you go to the heavens to escape the pits of hell

But don't worry there are places reserved for Souriles

Becasue we believe in God but can't believe "his truth"

And we tend to stray anyway no matter what we do

But what you've done goes beyond "His forgiveness"

And i hate you more than all those that witness

You in your most vile of moments

Even grotesque in ways and don't it

Feel as if everyone out there is watching

When you do wrong or something

No one praises your good because

They come too late - where i picked it up

I want to ask where the fuck were you

When i needed someone to hold on to

Where were you when i didn't know what next

You tried to teach me but your timing at best

Was horrible because they were all after

We fought never ever after any laughter

I don't hate you but you do need to know

That i will never be your son but when you go

I will probably have the first word or so

And know i will focus on the good not the bad

All 3 minutes worth, i know, its sad

But i can't think of much to say

But hell, that day may be far away

Maybe someday we'll amend

Here's hoping for mircles for men!