Five of Swords

As that reflective surface, in the end, turns towards you
 What will you behold upon it's glass and silver skin?
 Five of Swords
 Choose your battles wisely
 Five of Swords
 As the card reversed, it became your demise
 The self-imposed dealer of blame
 The unaare procreator of shame
 Paint your colors upon me
 They will stay like the water
 That already seeped through my fingers
 Like water between already worn-down rocks
 Oil on water, oil on water
 Five of Swords
 Choose your battles wisely
 Five of Swords
 As the card reversed, it became your demise
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 Self-made judge and juror
 Master of conflict and executioner
 Self-turned fool and jester
 By your benighted sense of the I
 Paint your colors upon me
 They will stay like the water
 That already seeped through my fingers
 Like water between already worn-down rocks
 Oil on water, oil on water