Her soul is like a mirror
A slave to her faith
Like a slow poison
It quietly weakens her heart
Blind to the obscure truth
By the atrocities in the world
She deems SIN
So busy pooring her spirit
Into such an ignorant religon
In the eyes of others
Becoming nothing more
Than a hypocrite who trys very hard
In a practice that is nearly obsolete
To this new changing world
Of expanding opinions and pathways
Limited in her life of solitude
She will never see the world
For what it truely is
Evil but with a faint beauty it it all
Almost akin to a rose
Its beauty is evied and mesmorizing
Yet it holds darker intent
Under its delicate crimson petals
But many in this world view this and dont care
We all have a mirror for a soul at first
There are two sides
We always start on one side
The side of our beliefs
But if we are able to truley venture
Both sides of the glass
While accepting the flaws and practices of others
Even if we contradict our own spirit
Then in a sense our differences become invisible
In the eyes of acceptance
Back to mi masoda
Naive and ignorant
No balance exists in her heart
Fiercely loyal to her christian faith
Yet deprived of the pleasures of living
Tell me
What way of living can this be called
When no balance exists,Chaos is born
And destruction follows

To mi Tio

Only with a steady balance can the demons in your heart truely be cast away