stubborn old worthless hag simply had nothing to give i couldn t stand your eternal nag you didn t deserve to live so i went to the stove and took a pork knife and stabbed it into your head buried you in the fruit cellar i was glad cause i thought you were dead but the maggots didn t feast on your body you didn t get moldy as i thought and still i can hear that nag in my head you were supposed to rot supposed to rot now she haunts me day and night a haunting i can t forget the deed was a coldblooded homicide a murder i regret but still she s the same old hag and still my life has turned the same isn t there anything to set me free from this wicked pain you were supposed to rot