Mangled Fate
This fate is severely mangled
fierce storms define its exterior
And in this daze,
they do not cease
Heartstrings tear its beliefs,
and fatality enjoys it
Shades withstand its
diminishing effects
So without pace
its slowing trance atones
Passion draws its pangs
and futility reminds it
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