O' Eve, the imperatrix of all raceWere you in sooth at fault? Or was it premeditated to be you, the feminine? Was it an alibi to precipitate the throes of birthing? Epochs of ascendancy over your kind, were it all preordained to be? O' Eve, the guilty without a guiltWas it a fortuity that you were enticed or were you meant to be? Were you destined to live through the remorse of being the bottom of all desolation while the other revels primacy? O' Eve, the nonpareil Mother to us, Was it indeed your enormity or were it meant to be you, the feminine?