Father, they build children, born from mother but the father build the child what they be, but the sh*t of a father I have made me pray to the point that HOPE HE DIES WITH AGONY and seeing his tears, his pain, hope he cries blood and I am there to see it will satisfy my soul, all he given me and the family is pain and sorrow, that shit of a assh*le, fu*king prou*tite protector sh*t fu*k must die. I was not a angry guy, the chillest guy, the helpful person whoever has known me admit that but this fu*king I don't wanna call that sh*t father, my bad luck, maybe I had killed a saint to be a son of this cu*t pr*ck of a person. This guy build rage, frustration and devastating anger , I am becoming mentally psy*ho, I feel I am drifting away, have become a sadist toward one and one person only. But now I don't pray him to die, now I want him to live cause the hell is too low for him, I'll show him hell, I'll show him what pain, suffering is, he will cry blood and I will laugh at his PAIN,