Mirror
As I sit and stare at this gleaming, shining surface
I see nothing of my physical reflection and feel totally worthless
however what I do see happens to be worse
there is a long succession led by a hearse
and in that chariot of death I see a casket
adorned with flowers, nic-nacs, and gadgets
berievement gifts for the dearly departed
to take on the journey he has now started
I can see the poor man's family crying by the grave
all wishing he would have choosen to have stayed
the vision changes to the man in the tunnel of light
going through the possesions of his now former life
among those items he finds the means of his death
part of the rope he tied around his own neck
he continues to move until he reaches a chair
and there is also a mirror suspended in mid-air
and upon it's gleaming, shining surface is a note of woe
that reads if you took your own life to heaven you won't go
now look into the mirror and be judged for your sins
see the pain you caused by being weak and giving in
that will be your punishment until your reincarnation
so that you can relive it again that is your unholy damnation.
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