Tis Not My Fault

Who art thou there that blame another

the one that close to thee

for thy contention thus so great

that all the world may see

From Adam's darn of wicked wife

to Eve's repose, serpent's invite

tis not I, nor me, but thee

that blame for thus to be

Why then should I try get along

when thou induced for all this wrong

with all the strife thou bring to me

quite all of it the world to see

Thy pride has filled consenting nous

for others' ways thou hast no use

while seated there on mental throne

'cause thou be right and thou alone

I shall not move from pointed stand

tis I the only in command

for thou must change not I, no how

it is to me thy will must bow

Yet press report thy hardened heart

and blinded mind canst not depart

for this my will has right to be

and yours alone must bend the knee

Still more we stand no compromise

no fault must fill unwilling eyes

and lest we turn the mirror thus

and find the blame twas truly us