...Come, seeling night,
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day;
And with thy bloody and invisible hand
Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond
Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow
Makes wing to the rooky wood:
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse;
While night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Thou marvell'st at my words: but hold thee still;
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
Macbeth Act III - Scene II
More of Tracy's Curse to Taste
Three Times The Pain?
"and you got yourself to blame"
DO NOT 'DABBLE' WITH MAGIC
You were born not for it
Besides, it is against "Religion"
جُندٌ مَّا هُنَالِكَ مَهْزُومٌ مِّنَ الْأَحْزَابِ