A Palinode In Between

I wish you death.
For you have betrayed me.
Stabbing me in the back.

You shared my gift with Seth.
After you swore it was saved for me,
In times of abundance and times of lack.

I had prayed that you should not die.
On my knees night and day;
Begging God so you do not drift.

Now all I do is cry,
Wishing that you die today.
And may your death come so swift.

Younglan