Standing in a pool of tears;
from which karma brought this pain,
I cursed him and deserved my own fate.
I simply could've had a apologizing discussion,
but instead i was returned my repercussions.
His body will be dead by morning's sun,
no holding back for it will be done.
No curses,
No rhymes.
No chants,
or potions.
For this i will destroy all of his emotions.
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