Let your violence be passive, as the hole opens below, to swallow your soul, to swallow you whole, a figment, a mirror, an image lost in the diluted waters of a what was, a never could be, foresee the forever, but don’t see me, for I am the father, and you are the lies.
Waters Lost In The Mirror – Unhinged Poem

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