Fighting Fate

I feel like a mere decoy in a plot about to unravel another shady tactic to employ another expensive lie to sell left ignorant of the end game unable to remember the start wishing fate would forget my name and stop ripping me apart trapped in a flashback masquerading as now tomorrow’s poised to attack I try to escape somehow fighting in destiny’s arena of warped delusions covering the whole area punching at distorted illusions life’s an evil scheme in a design not so grand blinded by false light’s gleam still, I try to make a stand