The Dead Curse.

The serpent ov destiny,
shalt thou ever forsake us,
for it,
we have been blindfolded.

Ov thy seven deadly sins,
we have committed,
the nymph ov thy womb,
is dead feets under,
the soil ov thy own.

Forsake it,
For we shalt help it survive.

Oh might one!!
what is this curse,
that thy feotus is suffering,
for ye are using thy name,
to hail thy selfish brains.

Lend me thy heavenly grace,
for which thy arch angel,
shalt seize thy curse,
ov thy children.

Bring thy good,
to the Armageddon,
for the cursed shalt be cured.
The one who recites,
shalt find thou,
in the darkness ov his own heart.

The creator ov this evil,
will be crucified,
some either day,
and the cruifix,
shalt be burnt,
unless the ashes ov thy curse,
blow with the breeze ov thy spirits.