118 (26.11.2014)

May boils and blisters burn upon your face
May both your knees be crippled in a car
May all you’ve earned be stained by foul disgrace
May all your kids be tortured where you are.
May stress and terror follow where you turn
May screeching agonies plague upon your tongue
May all that you hold sacred crash and burn
May cancer grab you while you are still young.
Let these my curses land upon your head
Let these my curses settle in your soul
Let these my curses double when you’re dead
Let these my curses rage beyond control.
From now your life is suffering and pain
And when you die I pray it starts again.

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