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Harm her not, by any means, lest ye wish to be admonished.

Use her at your will but be forewarned, None but one will be astonished.

For the terror that will descend if thou moves a fist to strike

Will be hailed  for it's suffering by gods and demons alike.

You may think it beyond the methods of men to call upon such might

But I shall throw the seas aside, to swallow you up in spite.

On pain of wretched woe funneled from the hearts of the infernal

Never shall your look conceal a lie, else thou bleeds eternal.

If by chance she falls in love only to loose affection

Your soul will shrivel up alone, and life will hold rejection.

If you choose to leave her and push away the kindness

Then may her light envelope you and cast you into blindness.



Harm her not with words or worries, nor with your fowl play

or you shall die a thousand deaths each second of the day

Then in disgust of such a man I would ravage through your pride.

Until you beg with every breath to let the pain subside

So be alarmed at this strange thing that could at will remove

And know that now with all this hate I dare not yet to move

But by the power of these words let all I say be true

Oh, how I hope the hand of fear comes down to rain on you,

And how I wish I could send forth a message in the wind

To call upon unfathomable furry likewise to descend.

May all your pain and anguish end with blows of infinite wrath,

And all the agony of this anticipation linger in your aftermath.