a black cloud embraces the moon
it might be a bad omen for everyone –
I take it as a present

because I rejoice this great black magik
times of chaos times of storm
times of glory in hatred

hate is not the proper word to describe what I feel for you
“hate” will never be enough

I wish you a long life full of disasters
I pray that all the witches in the world
design the perfect hell for you

I want you to become speechless
to swallow so much pain until you exhaust your words

you will be allowed to remember
a single prayer
that in which you beg for death

I hope that you lose your eyesight
you won’t be able to behold
the hand that slaps your face
you won’t be able to gaze at
the nails that cut your cheek

and when you die – I want you to thank me with tears of gratitude
I’d like to think of myself as a great generous soul

indeed how can I serve you better? how can I please you more?
killing you after I killed your world is an act of kindness
I am a noble nature indeed

another black cloud cuts the moon
it’s a good day to start a war