Reflections
Reflections
I am cold as wintered stone.
The whole of Earth I call my home.
In every city, I am there,
Beneath your sweetened human air.
In your sorrows I do swim,
As I rejoice within your sin,
But to the surface I do fly,
When chance I get to curse the sky.
I am the darkness in your soul
The demons born of human mold
I am the reason good-guys die,
Churches burn, and babies cry.
I offer you both blood and fire
The darkest depths of man's desire
Tangled flesh, hot or cold
Rendered only to the bold
Look to me and offer praise
For I enrich your routine days
Who am I, you may ask
The true face held behind the mask
Am I your God for all his wrath,
Or some devil let loose upon your path?
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Evil is born the same as men,
to search for me look within
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