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Blinded Fate

Of some consequence of late i began to ponder the state of feeble minds stretching their binds as they lay down to contemplate how fickle this thing fate it runs rampant to desecrate free will and all entailed the fragile free locked and jailed under the yoke of destiny's mate but with the strong there is hope past the fires and darkness grope remind thee that none is decided both time and will are finely divided so that we whom are free may cope

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