“If you stare long enough into the Abyss,

the Abyss stares back at you.”

A man can lie to himself all he wishes,

but the mirror sees right through.

Oh the reflection how it burns and scalds us,

we cringe as finger to flame.

The world’s evil is in truth our very own,

what we see is our own blame.

There is no finger we can point nor curse throw,

that won’t even greater return.

But should we embrace pain and face our own fault,

we can then evolve and learn.

The Abyss once haunted me and so I hid,

but now I do gaze wide eyed.

I submit the dark so I can see clearly,

all that becomes me inside.

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