Hitler's Dream
Blonde hair
Blue eyes
I'll create
the perfect race
one free of the flaws
I see every morning in the mirror
Black hair
Brown eyes
stare out emptily
from the glass that never lies
I hate myself, so I'll hate you
make you suffer as I do
if you are not
my perfect face
you'll feel my pain
you'll feel my hate
you'll burn and choke
on my poisoned flames
I'll make you mine
I'll break the mirror
I'll create a mold
of perfect reflections
so I'll never see myself
staring back at me