#hex friendly

May every place they touched without your permission form on their own bodies with pestilence.

May it grow as rancid as their morals, may it fester

Bring forth pain tenfold in its wake

May the agony be slow like the inevitable nipping of the hounds of fate of their demise.

When they open their mouths to beg for clemency, may it be forgotten like they ignored their victims

And allow only blood to spill from their throats and flood in their lungs

May suffering be the only thing they carry with them in abundance

Until their last struggling, haggard breath

And from that, may their victims flourish in light and healing

Shall strife leave them all who were harmed, knowing justice to their assailant is done.