Here's Your Receipt

Rip the soul and tear the flesh;

Break the mind and shred the heart,

Burn the eyes and silence the tongue.

I send this curse to you in bits and parts.

 

Feel the pain you’ve caused times three,

Shed these tears of fire until you drown.

Scream to the sky until it hurts to breathe;

Don’t worry darling I’ll prepare your funeral gown.

 

Take your unholy deeds to hell,

The devil’s been expecting you.

It’s guaranteed that you won’t fair well;

Now is the time for you to pay your dues.

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[Jack...]

"Don't worry darling, I'll prepare your funeral gown" I think this line says it all. Sounds to me like someone was scorned and scarred very badly.

Nice work