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
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