Revolving Fate
If fate is a wheel, we are the cogs that drive it. We have no choice but to believe
that this wheel is flawless and forge on ahead. The power of the individual cogs
and their destinations and the blade that is brought down upon them. People
seek power to change their fate. What I seek is a turn of fate. Revolving and each
time it's touched by the light of the sun and the moon. The world is always
changing into something new. If fate is a wheel than we are the sand that is
crushed between the cogs, we are helpless. All we want is power, even if we
can't protect others by extending our hands we desire a blade for those hands to
grasp. The power to crush one's fate must look like a blade swinging down.
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