Deceived in men
and seeking
no revenge

Pleasure machine betrayed
by hypocrisy´s hounds

their howling hordes
come knocking on my door

crushed in the mud
like flies
or summer pests

by men mediocre
and their willing slaves

After they tasted the fruit
to hear them swear
"she was a temptress"

to see the fundamental lie
and feel no need
to protest
innocence