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Oh Fate, Why

i hear voices in my head, vociferating out endlessly, with each thumping heartstroke, intermitted by eerie visions, im haunted by fate woven by the yarns of uncertainty, coiled from my past nd present....... The future calls out to me preparing me for the dangers that lies ahead out of bondage i flew from shattering the shackles that held me in place whispers of dieing destiny flew with the wind the cold hands of fate threw me accross the globe visions of a broken world dashed trough my memory and the thought of a rebellious foundation laid buried in my past forged by the fire of the creator a future that had not my inclusion in its creation im spiraled out of time and space to an already moulded life life itself baffles me tis a predestined divination Struggling with what my mind can't seem to bear A bed of thorns I lay on wishing it could give me comfort Out of the darkness I sprouted from Hoping to find my green pasture Seeking solitude under the wings of karma Dancing to the tunes of a defiled present Hoping to tackle the mysteries of life itself And break free from the wicked grip of fate fate tis an illusion im petrified by, deep in this shallow thoughts of mine, in my labrinth of haze nd mayhem, im lost on a one way road that leads to a million destination, darkness got me in its rear piloting to a future i have not a rivulet of inkling about, i seek comfort in my pain joy i hope to find in my tears, but theres not a mile to go witout me being blindfolded led like a lamb to the slaughter house i know not what joepardy awaits me Fate spied at me from a corner with her cold dark eyes glowing like freshly mined sapphire sprawled from a season of dilema, the aura of torn habits filled the arena....

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