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Mirror, mirror on the wall,

I cannot look at you at all,

For, in you lies the truth of me.

I much prefer the lies men see.



Twisting images, shades of grey

From blackened depths where devils play.

Reflections of my deep inside;

A past that I would rather hide.



Distorted portions on a shelf.

Each one claims to be a self.

Bits of ugly handed out

Makes me drop to knees and shout.



"Oh, Father keep me from my stains

Cleanse me of my sins and pains.

Angels set up guard on me

And let my eyes look up to Thee.



This too much for man alone

Whose heart is hardened tough as stone.

Forsake me not and hear my cries,

Oh, God, release me from these ties."