Why Father Testo

We must suffer for your fucking incapabilities
And she could not see you destroy her
I can't even grasp the pictures that
you implanted in my mind
MY MIND
Must overcome and impale you with
the epitomes of your actions
We loved so much
Now I won't let myself hate you less
Now you're dead
You haven't suffered enough
I wish I could have been the one
who crushed your heart
With my despaired hand letting
your unruly blood flow
And your burned flesh lie collapsed
Are you proud?