Mirrors of Madness
Mirror of Madness
There it is again,
reflecting in the embers
of the once wild fires of freedom.
A vision of madness
burning in secluded rage on the continent,
and off in the distance in Paris.
Ill respecters of life and irrational purveyors
of God and faith.
God is weeping.
It is lucid madness
igniting the flame of hatred,
living and hiding in the shadows.
A mirror of madness
that fiends love, faith and belief
molding it to befuddled untruths.
Break the glass
and shine the light of revelation.
The mirror of madness must end.
Let us weep no more.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2015
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