THE MIRROR

Thought are near, thoughts are far

Ethereal pictures

My mind reflects

From a blood stained mirror

The night is cold

My pain is fear

No use for receiving

Ethereal pictures from the mirror

I sit here reading passages from doom

Satan lurks deep beneath the tomb

A bible is bleeding on a black marble table

My hands are trembling

My body unstable

The rain is pure

Unleashing the thunder

Lightning strikes the ground

Everything goes asunder

The mirror beckons

The mirror shouts

Change your ways, no time for doubt

As shape takes form

My guardian angel appears

The mirror is streaked with heavenly tears

He reached for my hand as I stepped through

My life force is parting

What else can I do

The mirror shatters

Good deeds are set free

May they cleanse the evil

Let the good spirits breathe

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