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Put the flame up to the mirror and tell me what you see,
No mirror,
It's not you it's me.
Your a light mirror,
Your no dark mirror,
You can not see evil.
But only light.

The candle will bring the evil out,
But I never knew.
Until it was to late,
It's a sick feeling,
Worse than fate.

It's not my fault,
But this is the last mirror is dark.
Aye, a time machine,
But only with evil being inside.

Few of the demons got out,
And drown the world with doubt.
They want back in,
Looking for a dark mirror.
As a way in.
Because I have it,
They will never win.

If they go back in,
All mirrors will become dark.
And then the demons are free,
To make the light world,
Become dark.

I can not give them the mirror,
In fears of the evil, I am.
I have no choice,
But to shatter the mirror.

It's pure evil,
Can't anyone see?
But running from mirrors,
Is not my thing.

I can't run,
I have no choice,
But to destroy.
The evil,
That came through the dark mirror.

Mirror, it's all your fault,
The evil, the dark.
Don't plead me,
Because your a sick thing.

You kill innocent people,
Just to get your way.
You try to get the dark mirror,
But it's in the attic.
You know the code of demons,
Too bad,
Because it's mine now.

I will never give it to you,
Your a dark thing.
That takes everyone,
Under your dark wings.

I have the mirror, not you,
Right is on my side.
You know,
Because it's true.
So don't try to take it from me,
Because God is on my side.
And my trust is in Him,
Above the mirror and all things.