Through the mirror darkly
walk the landscape stark
hear the hounds howl and bark
as the moon rises in the dark
looking for a lasting vision
the shadows fall, the moon is risen
the question asked, no answers given
just echoes in the in the dark
Listen to the lies and speculation
forced smiles and pretended adulation
pats on back and desecrations
of graves long left abandoned
all seems random, no plan or thought
all seems pretense, precious seconds bought
finding that the truths you were taught
don't apply to all...
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