I want you to burn in hellfire. But I want you to burn in real fire because hellfire is too poetic. I would never want your death to be poetic.

You caused betrayal, a quarrel that became a hell filled with tears that flooded my soul and became the sea. I want you to burn in hellfire because you made me drown in my own tears. I want you to burn in real fire so that you will feel the pain of the drowning and how I could not breathe. But I want you to hurt more, much more!

If you will not be burned with hell fire, if you will not be burned with real fire, I'll take you with me, I'll take you to the sea of my tears 

I will not want to die with you, but your death will satisfy the depths of my soul in the next world, I will march with you through the paths of fire in hell, and then I will be happy. My ocean of tears will protect me from the fire, but you will be in hell burning slowly and consistently forever. I will be there by your side and my soul will be happy.

My soul will always remember that day. The day you caused betrayal, anger and crying that created the ocean of tears and will not regret a moment.

My soul will preserve every tear that ran down my cheeks for nothing.

My soul will laugh out loud at each moment by your side.

My soul will drop you down the ground and grieve you of your existence.

My soul will burn you until the end of your soul. Your soul will come out of your body. The angels will not grieve your death, they will only laugh at your existence.

I want you to burn in hellfire. But I want you to burn in real fire because hellfire is too poetic. I would not want your death to be poetic.

You caused betrayal, a quarrel that became a hell filled with tears that flooded my soul and became the sea. I want you to burn with hellfire because you made me drown in my own tears. I want you to burn in real fire so that you will feel the pain of drowning and how I could not breathe. But I want you to hurt more, much more!