Given back in three.

Make my life hell
I give you pain
From me to you
I won't complain.

Seven years wasted
I started in witchcraft to help myself
Black magic was known to me
And now you know to.

All the stress you put me through
Suicide stayed with me in mind
Luck and hope went by me, flew
And now you bastards, you will find:

I curse you.
With pain
Nightmares
Asphyxiation
And paranoia

Enjoy your gifts.

I sent them to you
One by one to you.

Now they come back to me
Multiplied one times two

Hope you feel pain
Hope you feel helpless.

You bastards deserve what you got.
Though back to me they flew
You know my spells have worked on you.