Damned be the eaters who excrete debauchery

For they shall embrace a future of despair

All will know a suffering of the forlorn and lonely

This oath is sworn in the tenebrous air.

May the peak of spring feast upon flesh

Fresh for the teeth inflicting decay

None will mourn their demise in silent caress

Their pets will devour their corpses, a luxurious grave.

No offspring to continue their now-forgotten name

No deeds to be remembered by, since none occurred

No responsibility, except for pointing the blame

No intrigue for learners, all easily obscured.

These walking excrements deserve only sorrow and dismay

And so I curse them with Désespoir Juré.