I do not see as you see,
I wish different to that I praised to be,
For was it fear that inhabited me!
I am not governed by your common law,
But that imposed by me,
For law must there be,
To let me be free...
For they are all imaginary,
For they are all fake,
For they are all delusions,
That lie into fait...
What shall come of them
When the glass shatters,
What will come forth then?
(Is it what matters?)
I shall gave upon the broken glass,
And see my reflection spread,
I shall see there are only fragments
To the same head!





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