Flesh is weak..breaking up in age or falling away in violence. There is zero regard for a man's strength and there is no pity towards the beauty in a woman's smile, it's all vanity and it is all submissive to the threat of destruction.
I will break up and scatter all your bones, I will make your household a stable for wandering spirits, I will put a curse on the children who lay on your bosom..I will make your seed, them that came up from your loins, your strongest opposition. No more children will pass from your womb even though men will still visit it..it will be destroyed, there is no redemption in it giving life since it's been bound up.
As far as your lovers..who is it that has whistled for them to come? Are they not my weapons indeed? Are you not enamored by them who smile broadly and speak smooth and comforting things? Behold, I have made your bed, I have spread out aloes and perfumed your sheets and I have made it trap that cannot be seen through your lust. I have blessed it with misery, I have bridled it with death and I have brought up devils to court and rob you always.
You've made an enemy of me, I swear I will make an end of you even if it destroys me and I will also batter all of you relentlessly who challenged me. The sun sets on the world and it's time for the creatures to rise up before the dusk and to devour through to the dawn...how will you stand before the fires and not be burned up?