Mirror, Mirror On The Wall

I got an ugly problem in a beautiful place
I have particles flowing thick from my fire place
I’m sailing and climbing through my twisted mind
Distorted piano sounds
Tortured lines
levied from silenced
Concubine
I don’t even know if  I’m safe in Gods arms
Twisted neck
Sounds alarms
And I still come face to face
With me

I got an ugly problem in a beautiful place

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