In the arms of death, it took him away,
and on that day, my heart began to sway.
I started to dance, embraced by liberty,
he's finally gone, no more a vexing entity.
His irritating voice, his repulsive being,
nothing missed from that overflowing unclean thing.
Pity he didn't die sooner, without remorse,
alien of goodness, lowly rat, of course.
Debts departed with your grave's embrace,
it doesn't think to contribute or grace.
Rot there, where you stand alone,
I spent a bag on burying your tone.
You don't emit the stench of disgust,
you're the shame, a rancid mistrust.
I regret not being the one who slew,
much earlier, I didn't know how much better I'd feel, it's true.
Now life is clear, the air is breathable,
free from your shadow, my soul is reachable.
Your filth is lost forever,
insults and abuse, a liberation so clever.
