1. The curse continues
          Feeling the bandages wrapping

          The bullets leaving

          My life no longer fleeting

      5.  The wind blowing

          My mind fracturing hearing my new master voice in my head

          I instantly wished I would have laid dead

            The reward for this absence of pain

           To be his tool of dismay

     10. Punishing the people with illentent

           Justice is no respecter of age

          This power is a cruse but I try my best

           I pull the shining crescent from my chest

            I hastily pull it across their neck

     15. He reassures me that it’s still better than Ammit