Words cannot explain how rude you are.
You snatched our best talents and families, you have them there.
Silent and simple houses making a grave, we all belong there,
for your painful traps are still countless, though I go anywhere.
Our mother disobeyed the first simple rule,
Blinded by the cunning serpent, I hate myself.
Punishments fall on us, we reproduce to regenerate.
Is this why you are claiming lives from our quorate?