Twisted mirror, twisted fate.

How uncanny is all really is.

The images that appear in my mind,

Are shadows scarred with hate.

What you see though,

Is the reality that I refuse,

The images that you see

Is also God's own view.

A million words, a thousand lies.

Even more conflicting truths,

A world I've never allowed myself to know,

A world I'm scared to choose.

Who can control the rain?

Could anyone control the time?

So who am I to try and deny,

God's new beauty of design?