I've pleaded for smiles for hours on her door
And all that I got were barbs instead.
Left without soles, on high-noon of hate
I 'd hoped for life-giving shade in her strands
But tied to a stump was withered instead.
I've confessed my sins and mended my ways
But even as I pined for redemption of faith
Smitten with wrath was damned instead.
Pleaders are fools, they better be now dead,
Reborn I would rather be a robot instead.