The curses of humanity is numerous without the curses of the witches who avenge their broken egos
A few harsh words to remind them they are not gods divine
They salivate over the truth; I drink their blood like wine
They try to destroy me but I live forever on
Because I am not like a pretentious mortal who just sit back doing wrong
I’m the real deal honey, so away with your curse; it takes twelve years for it to reverse
How do you feel now? Do you feel your age?
Do you wish now that you and I never engaged?
I do too, for different reasons than yours, you was so promising but like a fool you curse your mentors
I laugh as I watch you squirm with my words, now you realise that your actions are absurd
I hope you have learned your lesson well
I am still your mentor so show and tell!
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