Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
who’s the one who’s so enthralled
by abusing those who see
past self-centred deity?
It’s served you well to spin the story,
and yet its lost you so much glory.
A little prick – how do you sleep?
No conscience, you shrug off deceits.
But the greater wheel of justice turns,
what comes before a fall confers
a yarn much spoke of as a warning
to others to whom truth is dawning.