given to the face of the nameless child 
is the sense of a godless world 
the interpretation of your eyes 
in the darkness of ages lies 
the understanding of the hopeless 
that strings over the hands of the corrupt 
like a thick blanket of disillusionment 
innocence belonging only to the one 
that stays in the mirror 
not loosing sight of the way he was 
holding to the spontaneous effect of things 
building the ironic nature of it all 
and seeing that the hopelessness of the name less child 
is the sense of this Godless world