Glass of lies

Glaring into the glass of lies.
Im not you.
You always die.
Trying to see the figure before me.
Wondering what's their story.
Who are you?
I ask the stranger
Yet familiar being before me.
Are you good?
Are you evil?
How can I trust the hidden
Awakening beast
Awaiting to unleash.

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