Troubled mind mired by darkness
Turning within a timeless spiral
In deep thoughts of our acquaintance
Never have I demanded loyalty
But its loss is as keenly felt
As its existence was assumed
And now the final blow is nigh
Imminent in act, yet cloudy in reason
The thought of deceit, the act of treason
Copyright Brian Peza Perrins 2012
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