The fire before the water, or the water before the fire!

What is it that you say,
When all of this, was your display.

If it wasn't part of your own plan and the choices' were left in my hand,
Then surely it would be upon my own sin,
But since you was the one who did part take in a plan,
Then the plain sin, is upon your own barring.

For you betook an artists' book,
From a place unseen,
Like that of an unforsaken jinn.

And was it you, that betook,
From the table, the fruit of mercy,
Forsaking all the bountiful blessings',
That God did bless an artist's hand with ?.

Then you have the unforsaken cheek,
To remind me of your sins' that you did inflict,
Upon me to try to make me sick.

And may God forgive your wicked display,
To make an innocent girl,
Betake, upon your unfridgid plate.