What came?
What left in dismay
Your questions shan’t come without response
What results from this tragedy you seek?
It appears lacking in anything unintentional
What poetry your words enscribe?
This lie you’ve painted
A punched dye in time
A scheduled lie in real-time
Yes! You’ve come seeking answers
looking in the direction of lack-luster
Godspeed to you; if only you wished veracity