6 June 2012
You, that shines ever so brightly atop the loom of respect, Because I hung you on that mast.
You, that scorns and belches with uproars of discontent, May never see the light.
You, that fuels anger and agony to a retched heart, Tarnish the soul of innocence in broad day light.
You, that fears not the wrath of what is fair and just, Will not exonerate the double-faced.
Drown feat first in the darkest abyss to its deepest, Rise not till the sun has set on your part.
Mirror Mirror • Opuss № I