4 September 2012
Some called me Greed, Some called me Pain, Some look upon me as a stain.
They ignore my Sight, They ignore my Thoughts, I'm just a 'Witch' who's in cohorts.
Forget my Husband, I despair of Him, He's by my side: the outlook's grim.
He washes Blood, He sees it Still, I haven't had my angered fill.
He pleads Despair, I plead: 'Twas He!' Because Blame is what's the winning key.
Lady Macbeth. • Opuss № I