Cursed

You made my name into a curse 

May it burn bitter on your lips 

Each letter of my name 

leaving little slices in your throat 

Self inflicted poison 

festering in each wound 

Every time you utter my name in anger or harm 

It shall return to you swift, precise, marfach 

Remember in the dark of night 

You, made my name into a curse 

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