Made thousands with your choice
Look in the mirror, said the voice
View thy self reflect pure
These wounds need a cure
This one: fume of the mother
This one: rage of the father
Contemplate; just observe
Is this what you deserve?
This garden, come and take this freedom
Break the mirror and step into the kingdom
Take this chainsaw and cut the chain
Take this leaf and wipe out the pain
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