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Look into that ancient mirror

All dressed in gold,

Silver and scentless

Flowers in bloom

Tortuous tongues welcome you

From beyond the dusty glass

So seductive

But the words have a hollow ring

Cannot hold on to the phantasm

And the reflection fades away

Turned cold and dark, the blank mirror

Now leaves you to your silent screams

You're stuck in an illusion

The fragile glass is shattered

You're stuck in an illusion

Gazing at the idle, golden drapery

The mind must open its eye

Behold the might of your quintessence

The mind must open its eye

Look at that ancient mirror

Now covered with mold,

Verdigris and lifeless

Excrescences that loom

The broken glass depicts a four-legged creature

But as the remnants decay

And your illusionary self seeks deeper

You feel the harsh burden of heaven