C/C this dull thing, if you will?

I do believe in the cold touch of Karma. You've been cruelly wronged, your poems sent to some limbo by a traitor who prefers to be unseen. Treason is the right word here. One from among your fold betraying unsuspecting you. I love you, we love you, we want you here. And many here are mad 'bout what's been done to you.