When I look into the eyes of myself through the mirror, what do I see? A lost soul squirming like a worm in the sea of everlasting confusion. A pitiful delusion of stolen dreams and jealousy of this lone Aquarius conquering me.

And when I look into the eyes of jealousy, what do I see? An envious man walking destroying his life because of hate in his eyes. How he despises the human within and can’t live without wanting what others have destroys him.

And when I look into the eyes of envy, what do I see? A definition of me. A lonely boy wandering through the dark forest questioning my every thought. How I brought myself in this fire, and to have this evil ambition and winning desire overcome me.

And when I look into the eyes of ambition, what do I see? I see a worthless unachievable goal lost on the outskirts of hate. How I negate my own ability to construe even the toughest of life, I deny myself ever so quickly.

And when I look into the eyes of hate, what do I see? Again I see that jealous man, roaming through life with nothing to live off of but pride. Awaiting the high tide of forgiveness to come wash away his powerless body and send forth a new being.

And when I look into the eyes of pride, what do I see? I see a deadly sin destroying the already dead ruins of what lies within me. How I hate the fact of my life to do what I can’t adore. But what I adore I cannot do so I lie defeated on the floor.

And when I look into the eyes of defeat, what do I see? I see Lucifer approaching me with his heated staff striking near. How I see myself so clear and write my problems down is strange on this sheet of paper knowing nothing will change.

And when I look into the eyes of change, what do I see? I see a regeneration of a man that knows his life has got to enter a new view. How he has to screw the nail of lust back into his loveless life, to run the power of thrust into his motive.

And when I look into the eyes of lust, what do I see? I see her, the love of my life straying away from her lost love. How she prays for a dove to come save her from this infatuation for a man that will never be whole again.

And when I look into the eyes of whole, what do I see? I see completion. The fact of ones knowledge of absolution. How I feel so dissolute without it. For if she leaves me, I would be through, and there will be no eyes to look into.

So then I look into the eyes of absolution, what do I see? I see the deliverance from ones incoherent heart into a world of exact liberation. One’s nation is how he makes it. And one doesn’t just sit about to be moved, but moves what he see fit to be moderate.

And again, when I look into myself in the mirror, now what do I see? A tear drop falling off the face of a boy who has to a conclusion. A pitiful delusion of stolen dreams and jealousy of this lone Aquarius conquering me.

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