jueves, 23 de diciembre de 2010

Reflections...

Just as if god was looking through the mirror glass
Reality is a fiction, a cheap copy of fantasy and dreams
God’s judging us in every reflection of our faces
What’s true and what’s a lie? What ethereal and what consistent?
Are we real? Or are we merely poor proyections of someone else’s mind?
If a lie is an ilusion we invent, coming from our own imagination
An imagination so infinite that can concieve universe itself
That means a lie is totally perfect and pure, while truth is not
So could it be possible that lies were actually the truth and truth only lies?
What’s behind the mask? What’s behind the mirror?
Who knows…
Only fate will tell…

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