the oracle ๐
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curse be the air in, in out, out your lineage
may your footsteps multiply your burden
you shall marry the bride, but others defile her side
in all bloodline, legacy shall be spat, not spake
as your lungs turn to dry leather
may your nerves always blister, may your blood turn to bile
and the devil would not take you out of disgust
as sickness would walk with you every day
let madness, sickness be your compassion
your bones shall not rest in the soil, nor your carcass
let every drop of your blood be haunted by plagues
your children shall mock you with open sores
the heavens would close their ears towards -
the underworld shall speak evil of you
may smiles, breath always abandon you
for your judgmental scripture reads
the liar - the coward - the traitor
let your loved one taste the poison of your presence
as your name would be whispered with rot
even the bloodline has crumbled - O Acumea
let the worms reject your flesh, milking mucus
your bloodline shall be dust from the room
as your name would bore wounds in people's mouths
for all-night activities, the star blinds the flesh
may the air recoil at every touch
all days numbered by the pattern of 1945
curse be the air in, in out, out your lineage
may your footsteps multiply your burden
you shall marry the bride, but others defile her side
in all bloodline, legacy shall be spat, not spake
as your lungs turn to dry leather
may your nerves always blister, may your blood turn to bile
and the devil would not take you out of disgust
as sickness would walk with you every day
let madness, sickness be your compassion
your bones shall not rest in the soil, nor your carcass
let every drop of your blood be haunted by plagues
your children shall mock you with open sores
the heavens would close their ears towards -
the underworld shall speak evil of you
may smiles, breath always abandon you
for your judgmental scripture reads
the liar - the coward - the traitor
let your loved one taste the poison of your presence
as your name would be whispered with rot
even the bloodline has crumbled - O Acumea
let the worms reject your flesh, milking mucus
your bloodline shall be dust from the room
as your name would bore wounds in people's mouths
for all-night activities, the star blinds the flesh
may the air recoil at every touch
all days numbered by the pattern of 1945
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