May the fruits of your labor grow mold.
May they wither and rot on the vine, no matter what you do.
May you yourself wither.
And when you seek justice & healing,
may you find it. And think of me.
May the fruits of your labor grow mold.
May they wither and rot on the vine, no matter what you do.
May you yourself wither.
And when you seek justice & healing,
may you find it. And think of me.