Shattered before the mirror and then it followed suit. I had to face the reality I have come to know the truth. The love that I imagine is not something we feel, for the emotions we are subject to are not real. The master of puppets pulls our strings and we move with the waves, the enemy of our soul pampered in our desire and will lead us to the grave. That seems about right to man ,more or less, and the ways thereof are death. The forming of the understanding that we are all born dead, and the new birth happens in my stead. HE died that I may make it, I...