Starts as a feeling pure,
This vitreous second sight
Without hallucinating, hating,
Captive of a future bright
Fortune telling-
Honours for madmen only!
Through the looking glass,
And when the glass looks back
Why is everything to be denied?
That could make life a little bright
Horrors guessing, exceptional,
Through details all revived
Aligned in the death wish prismal
The crystal gazing - silver Eye
We are the feeble standing
Before the Great Awakening
The livestock roaming,
Counting the seconds to
Our Second Coming
Why is everything to be denied?
That could make life a little bright
Through the looking glass,
And when the glass looks back:
Yourself as a fraud