Putrid bastard!
Die a horrible death
And may your stench assault the nose of the innocent seeds you left behind.
May they dream dreams of you suffering,
Of you becoming a vessel for worms and crows to feed upon.
Putrid bastard!
Look beyond the land of death and see me laugh
And remember a time when my lips never knew how to curve upwards.
You bastard!
I hope death deals you every pain you inflected upon me.
May you suffer in my name
