I feel the pain of betrayal,
The hurt, it is deep.
The gash is more than a wound,
For I have lost my belief.
To lose a belief is akin to death
Many times over.
For it’s not forfeiting just a body
But the very soul.
From as far back
I can remember,
As a child, the lessons in honesty;
The rap on the knuckles for cheats,
A soapy wash of the mouth
That dared utter a lie.
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