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The mask is full of sweat and filth

It's become unbearable

About time it came off

Today i looked inside mirrors

Mirrors once broken in rage

Rejected , ugly , unseen

Today I looked inside mirrors and saw

I saw men made of pain

Men forged through suffering

Was it not you who planted the seeds?

Was it not you who said theres flowers of different sorts?

I see now and I know

I'm ready to reap what was sawn

I'm ready to reap what was sawn

I know now

Once dead twice alive

Was it not you who said some flowers bloom in violence?

Some flowers bloom in violence

And I embrace the pain

Sweet mother on misery

I see what you are

And i'm gratefull for the pain

And the tears and suffering

And i embrace this boy

Unable to sleep in fear

Cold hungry and beaten

Shivering on a bed on the filth

I embrace it all

And i know i need my knife to cut deep

Cut flesh to shape a man anew

What is all this if not borrowed?

What is all this if not dirt, to plant a seed?

What are we if not dirt?

Get up, the man in the mirror said

Get up and slay them all