Impulsive scenes displayed with only truth to be told
Beholding images for solely human eyes to unfold
To discover the gold found hid within the Earth's den
Raised to decipher between all of the stones and the gems
To reveal what's pure and embrace the direction of verity
Reflections show how to endure life in total prosperity
But the clarity goes unnoticed, discarded to rarity
And it's barely seen, leaving us hidden from charity
Fuck, it's scary what you'll find beyond the fog and the smoke
Looking past and through all the wealthly lies, and the jokes
You'll notice different folk, the addicts, the broke
Mortals lost without hope, living life trying to cope
Lives full of hate, and truth, souls old and used
Once loved and cared for, once beat and bruised
Imagine life in their shoes, don't block it out of your mind
Keep your eyes peeled, it's terrifying what you'll find
You'll finally discover mankind is falling behind
We can't face it, so we just run off and hide
But the reflections don't lie, they carry the truth
So what will youth think when they see the reflection of you?

reflections are amazing, thoughts cross and convey expressions
of tension, mazes of questions, and plays for affection
bottled agression, corked with friendly trends and obsessions
neglected lessons of figures left guessing at direction
every oppression, grinds their own subjective impressions
rewind your life line just to see some collective progression
a hollow vessel, sailing depraved and solemn through seas of doubt
crusading for knowlegde, ailing for what lifes really about
clairvoyant voyages; torrent storms create vicious currents
distractions attract the eye easily as waves of pictures flourish
thats what the curse is; there's no compass writing through verses
but ignore the thunder and lighting, using the truth to nourish
worship who-ever for guidance, lost in uncharted surroundings
where darkness hides the only bridge to the boundary
beyond a horizon of pure composure; truth the only passage
roses have no thorns; imagine all entirety as placid
forever lasting, extracted through abstract ambitions
listen to that inner-voice; magic attatches fact and fiction
corrupted visions imprision free will, but see, hell can't keep it captured
a fission erupts a rapture; leaving all other reflections shattered
a tattered image stands, tranced, before the last of mirrors
behold the soul pure; time is short untill the glass obscures

once more....

this world is a drug, and everyone's selfish



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