Fate Finds All
There is something for everyone,
This thing will be brought,
It has already begun,
There is no way to have it fought.
This time will come for all,
This item is never really sought,
One will eventually hear the call,
Then it is to late.
When it comes people will bawl.
Just remember no one escapes fate.
Copyright © Andrew Miller | Year Posted 2005
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