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You have wounded me
and the blood from that wound
will drip over your life, unceasingly.
Someday
you will feel in your own flesh
the cruelty with which today I am whipped
your impiety...
And it is possible that the hand that wounds you,
avenging or avenging, for your wrongdoing
will give you back
blow by blow the suffering,
when you are in the moment
when the blow hurts the most.

In your own flesh
you will feel the dull anguish
of knowing that the one you loved the most..,
is the one who hurts you...
It will be useless
that you beg for the grace of forgiveness.
It will be in vain
that you try to avoid the pain.
For someday,
with the same dastardly coin
with which the wrong payers pay,
they will pay you.

On your knees
you will kneel down begging to heaven,
when you feel the full weight of pain.
Your bitterness
Will be enormous and hopeless,
when you pay the price of your horror...
On your knees you will weep in the agony
Of your maddened, unforgiven night...
And in the anguish
of your cruel remorse,
you will go through the hell
that I have gone through for you.