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Brisela, Voice of Nightmares

Commander / EDH

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An impression of the world | stands before me | Left is right, and right is wrong, | and the mirror reflects a melancholy song.

I the mirror | not | the babbling brook,or | the rippled river | whose images tell harmless lies.

I | the mirror, | who was once held in the weak, shivering, hands of a life nearing its endnow lay | on broken, crushed bones, crumbs | and i | one thousand shards | the cracks | the jaded moments of my life.

I | an unintended semblance in the raging waters | crashing against the killing rocks of the rushing falls.

Never utter the curse | "It can't get any worse."

The serpent swallows the swollen cow, | swallowed - the farmer's wife, | swallowed - her son, | swallowed - the thorny toad, | the black widow spider devours them all!

I the empty frame | the bits and bites of carpenter ants.

My world | a perverse facade | of | what should of been

of | what | is

of | what | was

or of | what? WHAT? | less? | I guess.

NEVER utter the curse | "IT CAN'T GET ANY WORSE."

Whose voice | will bring me peace, | whose rapier | will deliver me,

Who will | burn my body whole | or | dig me a deep hole | or | throw me void of soul

into

the waters of the screaming ocean | who herself dies a slow painful death.

~ "I the Mirror", Maurice Yvonne & Joseph May

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