And so forth Measure for Measure
As so Life for Life
But if all is unequivocally sincere
Why must I be thy wife?
Once forced into intimacy and now into an eternal extent of
infelicity
I did no wrong- albeit my job
And now in adultered damnation
My young child must also be commit
To life with an unsung forgotten father
Alas only to him a begetter
For once he left I condemned his fatherhood to a certain
demise
An execution that with I unknowingly replaced his judicial
death
But why doom a child who has yet barely gasped even a breeze
of life
He who has neither stains nor defilement unlike his pagan Madonna
To be constrained with a “father” as I with a spouse
Now once again, my job lays me down to a man I wish not
Prostitution my eternally hell from beginning to end
Now damn to my child the same rot of Vienna’s victory
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