a ruby curse

Curses fall from your lips, and the moon smiles.

Those curses come from rubies forged in fire.

Curse again, your words caress my heart

Like a breeze that stirs the petals of a flower.

#691: From Rumi's Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi

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I curse the sons of Allah!
I curse His daughters too!
I curse their kids and cousins
and older folk in turn!

May they all rot in the hell of their own delusions!
May they suffer every indignity of shame!

I only ask that their cats and dogs go free.

Witch with sword @ Witch in the Eyes