One day looking at my face in a mirror and considering events that come later. I was paused and I reflected Selah. Seeing the apostate in front of me as also I am not. If this works to blind even one myself though no longer the same, but it is the only way to get the right ones. Yes mask you are a deception to thy self, selfish in what you demand for your life is not a good idea, but a reflection of all that is opposite of me.
Topic(s) of this poem: mirror
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