Frustrations
Cruel fate does meddle with the hands on the clock
Seizing fate and destroying ambition.
Such simple, yet effective manipulation
Forcing all from cradle to grave,
under the direction of destiny's frail hands
and on such rare occasion
that luck may just prevail
by even minute chances do the grains of time repair
and its tedious cycle starts anew
Such ferocity in the bindings of our beings
That we cannot grasp an understanding of life and its makings
Does darkness dare enthrall us all at the end of this long journey
Into light I was born from darkness and mystery
Into light I'll descend from darkness and misery
Who are we to question the secretive bonds behind it all
Merely pawns we are placed to play our parts
Disappearing through deaths dark door at the end of our show
Ever whispering
Never heard
Forever more
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