Somber ill fated recollections of trust in kind

Limping along in shallow insecure dreams,

That renders tainted words to broken wings.

Promises of truth that bend, amidst levies of lies

Giving forth a stinking savor that now fills the skies.

No longer shall it be, nor to fathom or believe.

For faith remains spurned by charlatans and thieves.

So leave not your heart, nor the words you share,

Leave them not for others with malice to tear.

Gather them within the confines of your mind,

Lest the thieves destroy them in black hues of faith so blind.