Dam dam flim flam. From the root of a treasonous man. Flibbity jibbit and acorns scorn. Fleece and linen shall bear my warn.  Suffer you will and by your own hand. I shall not your scorn let stand.  Your ill intent will stick like glue. Come full force right back to you.
Curse to you traitorous due, with malintent to one true shrew.
Dare to raise your ill towards me, you shall face the wrath of one who foresees.  Your intention cannot be loosed, it will spring back to you to form your noose.


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