I share the fault with all the world sheltered women who haven't heard the division of society more than young and old the innocence of one the truth of all the escape that was mentioned of life and love and thought and the law who insisted with no place to have undone the time that's spent blood shed as it went no notice, nor crime just warnings, every "this time..." so society as a whole each of their individual souls made, to end, prescribed, then sent along its path, too soon, too soon a pre-destined night under a moon and the lust of attraction the haste of their actions