Fate

Some poems they are sacrificed and not meant to be written Some poems are not too nice and talk of Hell and smitten Some poems are the center of attention to be told Some poems are not worth the cause of sacrificing old Some poems are for me to say and keep them for myself Some poems are for you to see and that is left to quelf How will I ever know to write what I am feeling for How will I ever sell what I am ever looking more How will I save what I am to a God I make believe How will I ever be as him When Satan takes the lead How will I ever know to be a man he wants to see How will I ever go with him unless I come to me I'll go unto a man and say I'm fine and tell him how He'll say he never saw me and I'm pretty sure that's Hell I'll go onto a patio and tell him I am late He'll say a lantern has been left for you as fate