The hall of mirrors
In every mirror is another hall
Can you save your mother?
She runs through the corridors looking for you
You kill her with every breath when you do not search
Are you too lazy to search?
Have you forgotten the face of your father?
You fear death but are death.
There is no escaping the kairos
either way, the reaper awaits
Oh...now you want to pretend like there is no reaper....
Good, pretend his scythe does not cut
And when it does, cry.....who will be there to console you?
For you have forgotten the face of your father.
NO ONE WILL BE THERE....just you...just you...friend.