Awoken from sleep to a series of chatter,
sweating and shaking;
Summons'd from sleep to seek the latrine;
in that mirror of fears my double I seen.
This double of me looked just like a clone,
an expressionless face;
he was me to the bone.
This double reflection in my mirror I seen??
I splashed my face to awake from this dream;
I looked back up at the mirror??
my double still there!!.
To see one's own double is a message from death,
To let us know our soul will soon rest.
Doubles are trouble they bring nothing to say,
then go on there way.
Know; if you see your double;
or catch a glimpse of a friends,
Deaths around the corner;
prepare for the end.