“But you never told me about this part.I should have known that there was more to it—That if I so much as missed a step, you’d notice and pounce,wouldn’t let me get by with a thing.If I’m truly guilty, I’m doomed.But if I’m innocent, it’s no better—I’m still doomed.My belly is full of bitterness.I’m up to my ears in a swamp of affliction.I try to make the best of it, try to brave it out,but you’re too much for me,relentless, like a lion on the prowl.You line up fresh witnesses against me.You compound your angerand pile on the grief and pain!