Today, the world is mirrored
By past years materialized of tomorrow's
2015 is revived by harsh spittings and painful backbreakings
Only now, am I the opposing
Presenced by a burning flame
And glued to dull attachments
For the fear of excision looms ahead
Despite lackluster
And much like pure reflection, opposites were the current
And in today, I am the unpure
And the creator of bubbling psychosis
Said sense of power is unjust,
Creating my spitting sorry's, when control is thought
However the sea is frightened, shivering, no longer calm
And the correct answer becomes clear at dusk
