you have been over-thrown let it be known.

A three barring holes of innocence told, under the law of the land a virgin I stand.

But a branded-hore will always be that, a disgrace upon her families face.

Even after the ultimate hajj, a mark of the rag.

And then, know this, I do stand with a barring kiss.

A sweet smell of death, I rein.

And that you did claim to steal, that that was not yours, a real virgin frown, a diamond crown.