by Athar Mudasir
Mirror, Mirror in My hand
The whole world is bang up with the brand
Morning to evening we hold it, scream it.
We embraced enslavement for its vitality
It says it is guarding our pockets with knives
Morning to evening we hold it, scream it.
We embraced enslavement for its vitality
It says it is guarding our pockets with knives
Children's, young elders all hail it's Gail
Surrounding every corner as it is the Holy grail
Looking world in it and pretending all is what we craft.
Looks as we have been under witchcraft
It gave us wings to fly up the world
Chained and suppressed as we set up against the foul
Looking world in it and pretending all is what we craft.
Looks as we have been under witchcraft
It gave us wings to fly up the world
Chained and suppressed as we set up against the foul
But what most we receive is anxiety
We fall for deception and yet seek higher perception
I feel the essence of evil in it, as it envisages vanity.
We fall for deception and yet seek higher perception
I feel the essence of evil in it, as it envisages vanity.
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