Trochaic Pentameter-Critiques Welcome

Treali Storm, during interrogation, suddenly burst into verse-in trochaic pentameter, angry and offended by Robert Edwards, Deputy Director of the FBI. Interpret it as you wish.
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What was once a redeeming quality
Oh tell me what did begin to turn thee
And take thee and turn thy dreams to ashes
Broken apart by each battering blow
For surely allow me to say to thee
To speak of what thy evils have made me
Thy hunts and haunts and thy terrible things
Surely of insult and offence it rings
What little is left of what you destroyed
Having been tempted by a serpent fair
For withal withdrawn with the greatest flair
And yet ne'er again may you travel there
Stricken with the curse of death where you lie
'Twill be 'neath the starry skies you shall die
Condemned to the same that you shall lend me
I giveth my testimony to thee
Tell me, wherefore shall I lay myself down
So that the birds and dogs shall ravage me
Tell to me, O you blind and mindless fools
Of what perchance may, at world's end, occur?
Tell to me, O you bumbling ignorants
Tell what of this tired world you have seen
And take me; yes take me, for what I am
Take me as your hostage of war-torn love
And learn me how to turn evil to good
Lest all be lost, ta'en under spiteful hood
That which springeth from where the darkness creeps
And slowly but surely makes fool of thee
Yes, indeed 'twas I who stood on the mount
And hesitantly called down to be freed
From the ring of fire and the lovers twain
Embracèd and dared to glance back at time
'Twas I, sure, but I know not what you speak
I prithee, tell me, and tell me plainly
In Christ's name, Allah's, whiche'er dear to thee
For I cannot lie, the truth must be told
Take me for what I am, though I am sold
Know then I am that she of whom you speak
Though less proud of my deeds I could not be
Now speak, tell me clear, what you wish to hear
And sighing under the night I shall weep
And cast me downtrod to a dreamless sleep