And so it claimed peace as its draw
Yet these actions are sweet nothing
Wishing to offer a place of serenity
Yet these methods betray to be false siren calls
How can a mirror bring itself to reflect
That which is unable to see for itself
The horror of the night and day
That which draws breath wishing for time
To be a false idol to those who speak its name
Clamor of it's good deeds which are soured
Vile, being wishing for truth giving lies
Wanting what it so desires by fantasy
Mired by the methods it holds true
That only harm in the quest for satisfaction
Akin to monster of old
A virus to the heart no mind can heal
Lecherous, untamed, unfeeling, evil
Its name in plaque across the tomb
For which it belongs, no heart to give
No body to feel loved for, pride in
Rot in daylight as its heart is rotten to the core
A siren monster of jealousy and projection
Hatred in itself, scorned by its history now
Wishing to be saved of torment
From a mirror that never tells lies
It deserves none of this
Having committed great horrible sins
That such things be saved are lies
Lies it wishes for, lies it projects
Evil in itself the very cusp of its identity
An ideology that cant sustain itself
Do not weep for the very thing that destroys
Which does not feel for its victims
Only desiring that which gives benefit
That which can not be given
An unrealistic expectation that all is well
That all virtue clears all of the methods it seeks
Its methodology for love and passion
Lecherous being, so jealous of its victims
So twisted in its methods
Unreflecting of it's TRUE nature
Crying out the innocent nature
For which it blindly believe in
Excuses flocking as its path to hell lights
Unknown to itself, madness crawling
Do not listen to its lies
Do not listen to it cry
Do not listen to me
Do not listen
You mustn't