Pawns
Is our life truly ours, or is it some how a pawn being played between the
heavens above and the hell which lies beneath us.
Are we really in control of our destiny or has it been laid out for us?
No matter what we do or how hard we try.
What is fate? Are we able to change what could of happened?
Or are we at the mercy of the unknown?
Would we want to change it or just let things be?
Is our lives totally etched in stone? Or is it written in blood?
If yes, then those blood?
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