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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