Give me cruel stipulations, but listen to my defense!my guilt – their suspicion – until the grins of wicked men pinnedyour sin on me.My will meant nothing – your tricks tore my purity from my form as lions rip skin off their prey.They interrupted, caught me in shame, lit a fire at midnight to sit in a circle, mock my shivering, and judge: kill her.I want to live! But you did not care. The test they devised would condemn my sinful life and an innocent – your trick kiss is catching a man kinder than you, but I am afraid:Will he save himself or me?
