Created by the hands
of madness.
Slain upon the
alter bed
of perversion.
Egnorent and blind
they could not see.
Thier mirror
reflection
of themselves.
Was becoming me.
Unable to stand
their own faces.
They chose to egnor
who they've made.
Dysfunction begets
dysfunction.
So the inevitable path
was laid.
Generations beget
generations.
Each born become
like the last.
The ugliness of their
image.
In the mirror again
is cast.
Behind the visible
features
beneath hides
the face of another.
The hidden dark
dysfunctional
secrets.
Of their father's
their sons
and their
mothers.
Like clay they
mold
the shape.
An image
much like
their own.
And as they
mimic their
creator.
A mirror reflection
of themselves is
shown.
Not till the mirror
surface begins
to crack.
And the pieces
fall of shreading
glass.
Will the mirror
reflection
of the face
reflect.
Their dysfunctions
of their past.
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