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The house of a thousand mirrors!

Blood, dripping from the corners of my eyes

Intently I glare

Reaching out within the stillness....

Rippling waters, about a face

That I can no longer recognize

Voices calling out

Vague to my ears

Is it there or is it here?

Melting forest....

Stepping, unto the other.    side

Mystical in this pagans moment

I look around

Blood, dripping from my fingers

Once again, I have arrived....

Silence amid the laughter

Growing nearer

Suspended in time

Further I go

Deeper, into the unknown

Atop the reflections, of this surface

The current, of these tilting tides....

I walk among the procession

In the house of a thousand mirrors

Blood, dripping from my tongue

Is it here or is it there?

These raging rushing waters

Of this, darkened turning sky....

Standing, within the silence of the stillness

Rippling colours, of carnals taunting

Rising, amid the crimsons waterfalls

Now, dripping from this heart

In the house of a thousand mirrors

The mirrors, of the ever, poisoned mind....

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.... Sin!

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