Thou art a mirror ball my conscience,
I gaze at thee and see my face,
yet through thine eyes I am distorted,
with naught to gain but more disgrace
Take my soul beneath thy sunrise
to look upon what thou dost see,
through thine eyes, all is misshapen,
a shadow of what stands to be.
My conscience thou art sharp and hardened,
to shattered thee, like breaking glass,
I must be wary of thy safety,
lest I let thy visions pass.
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