When Thru the Mirror You Look
When thru the mirror you look,
It is but an image you behold.
That frame of putrefying flesh,
Whose frail and lusty minds,
Have yielded to that lust from below.
When thru the mirror you look,
It is but an image you behold,
In which resides that diabolic soul
The Lamb gave each of us to control.
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NGT NGT | Year Posted 2014
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