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As I look into the mirror of life
I loath the reflections I see
Painting by numbers - Robotic existence
A servant who is made to believe
Sunday's - Saint Vincent - Since I was a child
Joyed to be blessed with such things
An alter boy aid-serving Father McKenzie
Like a puppet who dangles from strings
In visions past
Could not believe
That I could live another way
My God remains
If nothing's changed
Why don't I feel the same way
