MAN of GLASS (part III)
by J. E. Redmond
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Long I gaze into the glass 
To wonder what I am 
The things I let become my soul 
And never gave a damn 
To hear it whisper mockingly 
That I am long since dead 
To see the visions spinning wild 
Inside my empty head 
I gaze into the mirror still 
And pierce through my own eyes 
This sinner standing before me 
That I now scrutinize 
How in some darker, colder times 
What crimes did I commit? 
Crimes of passion, crimes of hate 
To find a cheaper fit 
These things are not forgotten; still, 
They burn as they depart 
I focus all the pain away -- 
Please, dear God, cleanse this heart! 
There is much work now to be done 
By the tolling of the bell 
As all I know and love awaits 
To watch me run from my Hell 
So, call me a Bloody Bitch, my friend, 
I am all that and more, you see 
But the face in this glass can say it has LIVED -- 
Can you say the same to me?
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