Mirrored.

See the man, who stands in the mirror.
The one you could trust, or the one you could refer.
See the soul, whom slowly he tortures.
Is the light, or the darkness, the path he'd prefer?

Look again, and speak of what you fear.
The thoughts that breaks you into a child; and into tears.
Look again, and think before you speak.
Before your words spears through the weak.

The truth stands before you,
But to accept, or to risk, is not of what he would do.
The truth stands for the dummies,
The dummies speaks of nothing but philosophies.

The cold war, won by morons.
And death brought upon the fallen, to move on.
The next stage in life,
Where we all shall be..