The Mirror and The Black Flame Within

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As I stand, looking into the mirror,

All I see are the lies that have been said.

In my dreams, the wind is moved by winter,

But my head will never hit my sweet bed.

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Some said I represented Hatred, Sin;

Justified by nothing but their feeling.

Then, a malevolent box was opened,

And all pathways had an unfastening.

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The World was wasted by The Black Flame,

Which consumed and destroyed their Hope and Love.

“Nothing is True,” had driven them insane,

And they denied Righteousness from Above.

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Now, I do not sleep, for I knew they were Human;

And, Alike is Alike, unless you’re a Mutant.

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