Oh don't you woe for the madness of your kin,
For insight is what truly resides within.
A beauty that you might not see,
But aware in your heart you shall truly be.

Fascination of mysteries and dark holy places,
Remove your shoes, and your skin, and your bones before you
enter.
Expose yourself under the everlasting gaze of the lidless
eye,
But if you come with ego, your soul will truly fry.

And what is death but a phase before rebirth.
A stage in the holy cycle of never ending suffering and
bliss.

How may you see the light if you don't sit in darkness?
How will you do good unless you experience sins and
passions.
Don't you judge a man for raping his daughter,
Don't scold or sneer at the ones who kill their mother,
For their part is essential, in the greater schemes of
things,
The things you cannot see.

Only by the mirror that they impose,
You shall see the truth in you,
In your ideals,
In your soul,
And thus, you shall truly be free.