Intro:-
This is the day where the man has completely become pure.
POEM
My soul is white
I'm a man of might
I've finally rid my soul
Evil won't make me fall
Time to see me reflect
A physical form of perfect
See what I've become
What puriity has done
What is this?
I do not exist?!
Is there no flawless?
Mary was not honest!
She has tricked me!
The mirror is now empty!
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