The Curse

What if for you, I could place a curse Upon your enemy to make his life worse To have him suffer both in pain and woe Wouldn't you be happy, if I would do so, If you like it, I could cause him to lose his hair Or I could have him believe GOD is not there I could rip out his tongue so he could never speak Then asking for help, he could never seek, Wouldn't you be happy if I would curse your foe Just nod your head and I will strike the blow I will cause him suffering and I will give him pain He will lose all that he has and he will go insane, I could close his ears so he could not hear So he couldn't hear the joy, but see only the tear If you ask me I could even curse his arm And the one that he had left he could do no harm, I could even curse him to lose his leg Wouldn't you be happy to see him crawl and beg I could even blind him so he will not see again Then I could make him angry and cause him to sin, Just tell me what type of curse you'd like it to be And happily I will place it upon your enemy If you would like it, I could have him dead But only if you asked me for a curse on his head. Then I looked upon evils ugly face I shook my head with pity and utter disgrace As for your offer presented to me, it I will shun And for enemies and foes, thank GOD I choose none. Randy L. McClave