My eyes have seen the pain,
the deep cuts of adultery on my heart.
She ruined my soul with her lies
and she shattered my love.
Now forgive me Lord for the thing
that must be done.
The harlot shall be punished,
and her love relinquished of her.
The evil blood stains my hands.
I weep over her body.
Half of me has descended
to the depths of hell.
My love, what have I done.
You were my Desdemona.
But I became your Othello,
so may my fate be like his.
For those who don't know, in the play Othello...