How of an awful being thou art,
Thinking so good of yourself,
Punishing your neighbour whose image is yours.
I have rotten and I have swollen
All this venom you forced my veins to take
And the rage still shows in the surface of my face.

So rest now, my dearest enemy
For a well-deserved treasure of sorrow thou shalt not receive
Rather a coin, the best you will get, so flip it
Either way you'll find occasional sweetness
Mixed up with long lasting bitterness.