May every act of non-contrition
Rebound upon you, you hollow wraiths
May every contemptuous, dismissive heckle
Reach through Mr. Hyde, and kill Dr. Jekyll.
May the careless destruction you wreak
Turn on you, and reveal the freak
That you become, each time you cut,
With your unconcerned malice, that
Self-harming, reverberating swathe.
May every piece of damage you have wrought
Come back to you in full karmic consequence
And may you not be sheltered from any of it.
May this wish go forth:
And catch, like a swarm,
All creatures that fly in the face of this storm.