Mirror-Image Ritual - DAM

I’m becoming further distracted from a view

As if I were ensconced in an evil dream

A prisoner of the accurate articulate inherent

Deceptive

Limitations of reasoning

So — you foster doubt

As to who you are what it’s about

Where we came from

What if this is it?

This parody of the human spirit

We follow through

Aghast in the machine

Trapped in the semblance of a dream

Of what he took

Transcendental religious experience

Examine the precarious sutures of reality

When you enter the prison of the mind

The same world and again you will be

Wilful spurious yearning for another

Alien distortion possessing the body

Witness the voice in abhorrent dimensions

Subdue and transform obscene agency

The toll of pain endure the face

In time’s illusion

Entranced in future visions bleak

Their blade scars echoes in our sleep

Remember as you enter

Into the age of affliction

The purpose of the will

Is to triumph in adversity

Ritual

Of the mirror image

Of the mirror act

Of the mirror of man