Reflection
Masking of desires scream through the soul
serenading disaster streams to a stroll
Instincts follow in order of blood
that awaits no time, no thing, no one.
Impossible to stop the inevitable.
Once the soul has seen its reflection
Truth is but obvious in nature,
Calumniations dance in deception.
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