Fruits of idiocy thee bestowed,
Bathed me in grief, sorrow, woe.
Bathed thyself in remorse of foolish utterance,
Cursed thine mouth, thine lips, for impudence.
Grief birthed me, an emotion named hate.
Thou uttered lies, a longing for vengeance.
And where love once flourished, lived,
Vengeance and hatred reign supreme.
So pour forth, no tears, no sighs,
All doth shed, naught falsify lies.
Cease speech, if thou art wise,
Fear me fool, hasten thine strides.
Heed my words, ye devilish monster.
Gather thine offspring, shield thy castle.
Thou art beget revenge of the cruelest form.
For hell hath no fury, like a woman scorned.
