Charm Against Cysts

Wen, wen, wen-chicken,
Here dare you not build or dwell;
Go North to the nearest hill
Where you, wretch, have a brother.
He shall lay a leaf at your head.
Under the soles, under the eagle's feet,
Under the eagle's wing, ever may you wither!
Waste you like a coal on the hearth,
Rot you like dung on a door,
Waste away like water in a jar!
May you be as little as a linseed;
Much littler than a worm's hip bone;
Then so little that you grow to nothing!

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