The Curse
The Curse
These evil hatred filled words in which you speak. My you die by thine own jealousy filled words in which you utter. By the jealous words you spoke, you cut deep into your own heart. Cut a deep hole, filled with the sands of evil. May you one day choke on your own jealous words. You choke and die. Then you may never utter another jealous word.
Copyrighted @by Tom Brown
4/17/02
These evil hatred filled words in which you speak. My you die by thine own jealousy filled words in which you utter. By the jealous words you spoke, you cut deep into your own heart. Cut a deep hole, filled with the sands of evil. May you one day choke on your own jealous words. You choke and die. Then you may never utter another jealous word.
Copyrighted @by Tom Brown
4/17/02
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