Blessed Curse - Funeral Mist

Cursed shall be the fruit of thy body

And cursed shall be the fruit of thy land

Cursed shalt thou be when thou comest in

And cursed shalt thou be when thou goest out

And thou shall grope at noonday

As the blind gropeth in darkness

And thou shalt not prosper in thy ways:

And thou shalt be only oppressed and spoiled evermore

And no man shall save thee

The stranger that is within thee shall get up above thee very high;

And thou shalt come down very low

He shalt be the head

And thou shalt be the tail

And thy heaven that is over

Thy head shall be brass

And the earth that is under thee shall be iron

The LORD shall make the rain of thy land powder and dust:

From heaven shall it come down upon thee

Until thou be destroyed

The LORD shall make the pestilence cleave unto thee

Until he have consumed thee from off the land

Whither thou goest to possess it

The LORD shall smite thee with a consumption

And with a fever, and with an inflammation

And with an extreme burning

And with the sword

And with blasting

And with mildew;

And they shall pursue thee until thou perish

Because thou wouldest not obey the voice of the LORD thy God