| You point a shattered mirror at the world
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| and mock those who tempt you, but you…
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| but you most of all are afraid of what you might see in the glass
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| The power of your faith, … the power of everlasting faith,
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| I must have said I love you for your intensities,
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| that you aren’t the one, but your wounds are soaking through,
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| the rivers will flow with your blood,
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| the crows will sing your name
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| as they build their winter nests with your hair, bones and teeth
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| The red will soak this land,,
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| right before the clouds and stars wash it all away.
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| swirling out of the old wound, rusted metal, that rivers will froth blood,
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| from all those who walk these lands…
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| my thoughts slowly turn to the past,() out of this life,
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| through the dark, the shadow will stifle the light. |