Please (Don't) Die

The curses thou doth toss about like an abusive father with his son,
      And dare accuse me, oh pretentious one?
I cannot help but laugh at thee in such ignorance!
      Oh! the god that be thee stirs in its deliverance...
Do not mistake my distaste as jealousy -
     Surely there will be pain enough for thee.
The fake and disturbed aurora that surrounds,
     Will be the means by which I drag you down...