What solace lies in the arms of fate The ill embrace of uncertainty When did I leave this in other hands To be pulled down at chance Ripped away by destinyclaws Am I another of fates possessions Dwelling the lie of freedom Just another straw pulled at random Reclaimed by deceiving time A silent judgment I can not overrule Drawn back into the originvortex Uprooted and ground to dust Retracted into antiexistence A magnet repelled by lifes polarity Denied the self control of fate we flow suspended in semilife Until the ever imminent day when oblivion claims our breath Nowhere indefinitely. Not dead, not alive Existencepatterns ripped of symmetry. As will and fate divide Have I appeased the gods of fate Am I allowed another day Must I die to escape the scanning eyes of death
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