Made of Stone

You who knows nothing but thinks so highly of yourself,
You who damns those you say you love to pain.
You who thinks life is a toy for you to squander,
You who takes the heart of your wife and unborn child and sets them to flame.

You who deprives the woman that loves you of the one thing she ever wanted,
You who forces a mother to become a murderer.
You who leaves her to suffer alone,
You and your callous heart made of stone.