Rainbow Shards

Distant wars; mirrored evolution.

I want to remember who I am, who I was, and who I’m going to be. Every step of the way I pray nothing but experience. And the gall to continue growing with my flow. Like a mirror I want to reflect positive outcomes through any endeavor. With all of my pleasure.

An isle Of mirrors can shift the light. Bringing optic illusion to all the sights. If you look long enough inside a mirror, the lies start to get bigger… contracting reflection of deliberate betrayal.

A tiny shard of broken glass falls from an old  Dichroic Mirror. A gate keeper for light.

Stains of wilted flesh roam through the memories left . A mirror made of moonlight and molded gasoline. Its chromatic water lays heavy, a solid that ripples with hypnotic color. Tricking the eyes to see depth inside the shards of thin immeasurable pieces of broken glass.

The threshold has broke.

Allowing immunity to deceit, and evil. No amount of glass blowing can rid it back. A blessing from regret would turn the unimaginable back to a reset of justice. What you see is what you don’t get. Lies from beneath hide the splinter of truth. You want to rid the evil of this unequal division in all of the lands… grasping them by the balls, squeezing the injustice to a flat piece of unholy land. Found in darkness broods a disgusting replacement. The stains of old decrepitude maximize its potential.

It’s a mirror that has lost its silver and is slowly remembering how to be a rainbow

Tasting the variety.

Spreading illumination.

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Just a girl, walking nude in a world full of confuse. Breaking all the rules I used to think I couldn’t choose. A world with wonder and a lust for a new kind of view, a window of endurance. A shrine with iridescent music blaring from the betrothal of an unblessed marriage. A baby who was never baptized will surely rule the world, for he who has never laid a spec of thin skin in holy draped water can be ruler for sin. Uncover the truth we all have proclaimed. No hostile mules. No jackass for rent. The day he rules; the day we repent.

Blasphemy on all you Lilly livered shits.