I lack the power,
To reach inside and blind out the knavery,
A sense of betrayal and faithlessness,
A perfidy to this sacred engagement,
With myself and my numb soul,
To furnished lies and mockery,
Of twisted accuracy,
I am but an infidel,
Witness to fickle laison with life,
Mirror to misty reflections,
feeble echoes ,
Of lost voices