Rage

May your life end in horror, in agony, crying,
From the tortures that I have for you in my dreams.
For the only thing better than watching you dying,
Is to listen, forever, to your piteous screams.

May you burn.
May you broil.
May you scald.
May you boil.

And may blood from your body flow freely as rain.
May you serve as a warning to those who may cross me,
That their life from that point,
Will be nothing but pain.