Chapter 592 - Ch 592: I wish that you were dead

I wish that you were dead—

The hand that fed me,

The hand that raised me,

The hand that bathed me,

The hand that loved me,

The hand that left me,

The hand that hurt me.

I wish I could do it myself,

That I could be the one to do it too;

But my morals let me down,

The law kept me low—

And that has become my dilemma of late.