No posture of submissive servitude
is sought or needed to placate my mood.
I much prefer one smile to many tears.
My house has no dark dungeon rife with fears.
No welts will rise beneath---nor crimson stain
dampen or dry upon---a scourge or cane.
Such instruments are not in my possession.
Such heinous cruelty finds no expression
in my home, or my lifestyle. Nineteen years
old, you have lived wholly in slavery.
But, having purchased you, I set you free.
This document confirms it legally,
ad Roman law secures your liberty.
This is Christ's will---in prayer disclosed to me.