Betrayal often entails a thought,
Considered, pondered, questioned,
But then deceitfully done
For that we shall never understand
The reason the ocean stings the land,
The thought behind lightening,
The origin of moral sin,
Whatever that may be.
And though there may be people throughout life
Who decide you are not worth
A second thought,
The true betrayal comes,
When it is revealed,
That this is not a poem,
But a paragraph with strange spacing.