Irish curse poem

This one it just about general anger towards people, it doesn't really have a topic.

May your swarthy buttocks shake as to move the earth,
And let it fall into the fires of hell.
Let your tongue be cut out by devil'e spawn to be eaten by stan himself,
And let you still feel it.
Let your guilt of cavorting with those who crave the taste of unholy substances grow,
Until it consumes thyne black, rotted, vermin infested soul.

May your thick skull be filled with the sound of bees,
When there are none there.
Let your children be born asses,
So that you will not grow to know them but as your slaves.
Let you never set eyes on another human being, and let you go mad from loneliness.

Go 'cross yourself, foul beast, and die in pain,
Forever languishing in the hell that is your future.
Let there never be any toilet paper left in the grocery store when you need it.
May all in your infantile world be consumed but you, so you are alone forever.
May you be remembered by no man.

Let your face become misshapen and may you forever be in pain from your blackened teeth and ciphalitic cankers.
Let you have a thousand lives,
Each more painful as you slowly die,
To you I say, this dreadful curse,
And I pray, that every bit of it reaches you,
And that I say to you.