Mirrors and smoke


I’m falling down 
Fast I’m sinking, drown
Foxes are running wild in the garden of my soul
Lord I’ve sinned, help me out of this hole
Send me an angel now, say to me “do not be afraid”
I want to realize the beauty of the price you paid
Because all that the world is, and all it has to give, is mirrors and smoke.

Picture by John Whiskyman

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