In the mirror

[Mr. O]

Yes...
The time is near to face my own truth,
as the time of mortality breaths slowly to its death.
I can see...the sin of a man burn like ashes from its root.
I can see the reflection of my imperfection lay to rest.

Yes...
Can you hear my sorrow?
The crying of unforgiven, which hollows through the forrest
till the night of burning flesh no longer burns in shinny pearl.
Let my blood of wickedness save others from my own detest.

Why?
I can see...the child through my own eyes,
a child bewildered by lost and agonies.
I can feel the hatred by the worldly lies,
let my death separate your imagination with these.

God...
let my repeated death slumber in your demise
as you've withnessed my actions that astrayed
from you, the ascension that shattered my lies,
which the mirror made a sacrificed which fear to face.