Through the aisle of shame
Avoiding the stares of hate
Cradled in my arms,
My object of tempted lust
With my chin held high
Victimized by my desires
Alone I suffer the wrath
Of thy shameful seed
Whom I have so pulled into this world
Not only have I offended man
But God too
Sullied is his priest who graced my bed,
But what can a lone woman do
Against the desires of the flesh?