*FLESH EATER*

The sky may change it garb,
Angry streak strike between it heart,
Heavy storm, may cause not to rain.

What if a brilliant sun,
Spying through curtains does?

Countless heavy strokes
May cause not overflow
What if a dew drop causes a flood?

What other talks can be more juicy than gossips?
What other meat can be more tasty-nasty than your brother's flesh in awful oil?

These you do with merry,
With pleasure and quitted glee.
As though it a sport,
You give it strength.
As though it an occasion,
You spend it currency.

Then woe unto you
Indeed, you shall find a sit in hell
Leaping over your heart
In pillars stretched forth *(Q104)*

Let those who have risen against me,
Let does who talk ills behind my back,
Let those who wish to see me fall,
Let them have no power over me.

*Paciolo Pen Saint*