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I saw the face of a demon, a figure of stone and cut glass
The eyes were as portals to what suffering it could cause
Forces made to turn humanities flaws into raging storms

Then I turned from the mirror
A figure appealing and soft
Eyes to portrait humidity

Everyday mortals will be blissfully unaware
The gods who know better stay safely away
But alas there are still the foolish, my prey

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