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The canvas of self reflection

A mirror of hatred

The way toward total power

A person of high demand

For the canvas of self reflection

Is a mirror of hatred

Far away or in your hands

There’s a way to always find you

There’s a weight to my command

I’ll always remind you…oppression

Prey on the weak, for they cannot think for themselves

They’re easily manipulated

The walk towards total darkness

Is draped with crimson fabric