And this curse doesn't stop
All for them
The bad ones
The asu ones
The dark ones
Where there is only bones
No more meat
Just bones clanking to each other
The sound of hell
the swarm of rascals
must be patient
must be strong
disobedient crooks
unruly vagabond
stood me afar on naothingness
bring me dirt on plate
gathering all the villains behind my back
burning my tails on fire
putting a spell on them
they do get what i get
they do pain what i pain
their eyes would be opened wide
receiving all blindness
all stabbing i get
Or maybe worse
That would be good
That would make me happy
Seeing them suffer
In painful state
In distressed mind
In lunatic world
Dog eat dog world
They are dog
No
They are lower than dog
They are worm
They are insect
Easy to be killed
Easy to be crushed
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