If you ever were to hurt me,

Xe would molt ximself of all morality;
For if I was the cost to be paid, if my pain
paved xyrs path to peace in the Summerland,
xe would spit in god's face and set ximself ablaze.

Xe would skirt boundaries of time and place--
For why does it matter what custom dictates proper
in a realm that commodifies suffering,
you failed to offer me due process-- Why should you deserve better?

Xe would remake ximself into a weapon;
Judge, jury, and executioner. Xe
would not rest until all of me was appeased.

But if you ever were to hurt xim; xe would let you.

To all things there is order.