Beware, those of you who commit felony;
you who mortgage what your spouses fear and dilute your harmony.
The pen, the one that writes in this virtual world must be blamed;
it has exposed you to certain rites that infringes on rights that must be named.
Your spouses watch you blossom;
but you have muddled lines that are clear to channel power to only your bosom.
Yourself, the one that wields the pen in this virtual world must be tamed;
hunt your demons, never let go the chains in a den that binds you to your spouse's rights and grunts.
Are you oblivious to your oblivion?
That what makes you is the burden you must bear;
the promise you make will always be a criterion!
The pen, the one that writes in this virtual world must be blamed;
You must not look back,
your spouse's frights have become the faces of love inflamed!
Are you oblivious to your oblivion?
That what makes you is a burden you must bear;
Didn't you say your spouse was one in a million?
Indict yourself and it is only fair that you must sentence yourself;
Perhaps solitary confinement in 'za azza' room without a phone will stop the gust of tears that may herald an unfortunate refinement!
Pablo Neruda lends you his voice- say,
I do not love you except because I love you!
Let your spouse know that in this part of your story, you are the one who dies having a ruffling, impatient breath that will loosen the wings of the wild within your sprite.
So kill yourself from time to time in cyberia,
so that your spouse may hate you not, for your felonies.
