Laggan Rhye - void part I

Dear Sir.
Since wealth and truth can not coexist
your position has been ended.
The establishment

Yes itís me writing a letter
Two hundred forty three words combined
Mere fifteen words are even
But I, I do not mind

Odd words find their way
Seldom are they right
Telling me whatís good, whatís wrong
The truth I cannot find

Why are we human?
Why am I the sane?
Where can I find the true men?
Itís me, itís you, itís the same.

Not to be mistaken
Iím not the sentinel
Iím not the guardian angel
Iím the message that can tell

Why are we persons?
Why am I the sound?
Where can I find the stash?
We are all lost and found.