Vile beau

Tope says:

Fire,water and ice
the egg of a cock, heat from a frog on a dung heap
that's what makes a cockatrice
such an evil creep 
a creature so vile
its stare freezes a man as far as a mile
but in comparision to you,
it's like looking at the clear sky, fine and blue
for this creature, for its vileness and all
isn't evil of its own making at all
but you woman of enchantment
act on your own imbred impulse of decieving
your soul as smelly as a hippo's excrement
your hearty full of the darkest forms of cunning
killing your love victims with lies as black as tar from the murk of hades
lies that would even confound the most condemned shades
alas, i'm the very unluckiest of these victims
believing your lies, going with every deceptive rythms
i couldn't have been a worse fool
knowing they were lies and still having you use me as your money making tool
i couldn't resist, compensating my loss with the ever present sight of your face
that angelic face,the only reason i'm not yet lunatic with craze
for it is stamped on my heart with such love and clarity
keeping me from losing my hate-worn sanity
all in all i bid you to remember
remember the law of karma
for i promise you with the whole of my torn heart
you shall meet your nemesis heart to heart.