May you never know a moment's good health until you, scum covered and filty, your body alive with lice, your sores crawling with maggots and the flesh you have left melting from the attacks of flesh-eating bacteria, your eyes and every other orifice of your body dripping blood from Ebola infection, your finger and toe nails grown through your hands and feet, your privy organs rotten with Black Syph and exuding malignant and malodorous pus, your tongue swollen eight times bigger than your mouth, blackflies feasting upon your eyeballs and mosquitoes never giving you a moment's rest, come crawling upon your slime trail to beg my forgiveness.