no woman will ever mate with you, so none of your worthless seed will go forth.

You have bad breath and inside you are putrefying as your organs are attacked by various bacterium and viruses. You feel like your life force is dissipating a little more each day.

When you return to your craft, your mouth will be filled with fine dust and baby powder making it difficult to speak and your throat will be dry and parched.

You will be beset with small impediments in your daily life and deprived of even the smallest pleasure.

you are as dust and unloved