Serenade Poem by heroine bard

I'm cut open for the round.
I let it flow as I make no sound.
Kick me again as I'm on the floor.
Hold my breath until I breathe no more.
I may have said I give,
Only because I have more life to live.
I wanted to say it's disgusting, how you move
A sin that's made with no groove.

So sing me a serenade.
I want to know what it's like
When your kind speaks
Before you're striked down at this height.
My never-ending streak
Of revealing the lies
Of the sinners who think
And sink to the ground and die.