The Curse: Part 1

The Curse: Part 1 (If it is a man) The god of curses awake Take the poison and erect your tongue to spit I want to curse! The god of curses whose sex we speculate Not he nor she, crane your face I want to curse! A mortal sat on his bottom to hack my system May his bottom develop hiccups So that when he talks to his in-laws He farts in small installments and laughs This mortal posted images rarely seen at noon May his kingdom stand when there is no offer And may his Kingdom fall when there is an offer! So that he begs throughout life While biting his lower lip with a wish! The mortal posted 98 pics of his pick May he be caught writing graffiti On the official car of a stressed soldier holding a gun With only one bullet left The mortal is waiting for the damage. Sawa! Now here comes the mother of all curses: May I meet you in the street, especially after I have taken a heavy meal And there are no witnesses… I swear, I swear, haki, I suea!