Mirror God

You wear a crown made of shattered glass. Sin. Preach your pain

like it's first and last. Sin. Every word is a crooked spin,

a holy war you'll never win. You twist the frame and call it art.

Convince yourself you have a heart. You weaponize what you deny. Then crucify me

when I try. You take the light, then curse the dark.

Rewrite the blame and call it smart. Truth is poison in your hands.

Still, I try to understand. You build a temple in your

name, then light it up and shift the blame. I bled for