Look to the line of morality.
Your mentality, lost from actuality
Where my red hand stands in a land you don’t understand
And you try to reprimand me? Listen, I demand!
Perhaps I am reticent, hesitant
I’m trying to prevent any scent of an argument.
My actions were intentional, maybe not conventional
The others did assent in consent, I cannot repent.
Was it wrong or right to spill?
I mean, the tea only made you ill, so chill
Another refill cannot fulfill the thrill, sit still!
It’s out of my own goodwill.
From your mischievous endeavors grew infamy,
Not planted by seeds belonging to me
See, causation is a power you control to behold
Outcomes that unfold as a carpet would unroll.
Okay, what's more to say?
When I've already wasted my breath away
In a fractious dispute designed to sway
The way you perceive my ostensible mistake.
Let's look to the line of morality, shall we?
And consider in actuality
Whose red hand is to stand banned from this land
Is it yours or mine? So the parley began.