but deeds of sorrow, shame, and sin?
Thy deeds are proved - thou knows thy fate;
Why can't ye shut up?and listen to thy verdict.
Thy deeds were awful; don't cry and expect pity.
Ye shameless creature.
Ye shameless sinner.
Ye've caused sorrow to'all.
Thy mouth is disturbing - shut it up!
Thou's reached thy verdict.
Ye've brought this upon yerself.
So pity ye morals that got ye in thee trouble.
I'm yer prosecutor, not ye mother.
It's vice versa.
Thy verdict is GUILTY.
Guilty on thy charges of neglect, nasty gossip of thy ones own blood, cruelty, and ignorance.
Thou is doomed in thy's mind.
What a terrible place to be accused in one's mind.
I find you guilty.
I'm thy judge, jury, prosecutor, and
VICTIM!
Barbie Marsh