I stumbled upon a chapel last night 
Inside was a man with a mirrored face gesturing for me to enter 
He does not speak but continues to motion and reflect my demeanour  
Hesitant to oblige, I survey the inner-workings of the religious structure 
No where in my sight lies the truth 
A building built on lies and stories 
Fables and myths  
The man says " You feel lost little sheep, please flock to the power, for I am you, no longer shall you scour, you found yourself within these walls" 
I reply  
" You are not me, you are a just a reflection, A manifestation caused by fears and I will make peace with what I am by searching inside of me  
Not flocking like sheep to a fabled entity"

This poem is about: 
Our world


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