I'm staring into a million pieces of a shattered mirror laying on the floor,

I guess I stared too long, because I couldn't take it anymore.

I shattered that mirror good, and it should stay that way,

I wake up every morning and I don't see a face,

I see a monster scratching on the other side trying to escape,

it's wrought with peril, it hates, it screams, it blasphemes,

it wants to be free, it destroys everything, its filled with emptiness...

It's emptiness know's no depths, and it likes it like this.

I could try to explain to you the feeling of terror it brings upon me,

but its nothing your minds could grasp unless you had its disease.

"Why do you think you have such an authority to say these things?"

Why have you not suffered like me? why can't you see what I see?

I haven't suffered half as much as my savior,

but you haven't suffered as much as me, in spiritual favor.

How could you know? Most of you claim a spiritual way of life,

but don't practice it, you don't show any mature sign's of it,

all I see, is that most of you are intentionally ignorant,

Maybe you prefer it like this, and you will be held in contempt for it.

Jesus said "If you aren't with me, then you are against me.",

So why would satan attack someone that isnt his enemy?

Woe to you who don't know Christ's grace,

you don't know the suffering of those who are saved,

I may give some too much credit when I consider you to be stupid,

I'm sorry, did that offend you?

here, have a tissue.

Life is a lesson, and a hard one learned,

and God gave his son as a free gift, the rest we've gotta earn.

There is a demon that haunts me, he has no name, but has many,

his name IS written with peril, slander, and blasphemies.

There has been many of times that this demon has visited me,

and every time he has, I always found myself next to death or dying.

His art of iniquity, is meticulous, sly, and illusory,

I shattered that mirror, and shattered it joyfully,

but even now I find the problem to be amplified,

because now there's a million mirrors,

and a million monster's,

staring right back at me.