Fate is a cunning act
It can bring you beautiful things
Yet sometimes leave you feeling attacked!
In a world of no balance between minimal and maximal effort,
I find myself fighting the truth of the matter and the beautified lie!
Wherever I turn, a knife is stuck on someone's back
Leaving them paralyzed and sadly attacked
Fate brings friends together
Teaches them that patience is a virtue
Later strikes and speed!
Fatally, grasping away happiness which was a pursuit
So why believe in fate, when it can bring beautiful things
But it's a cunning act?
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 11:28 PM UTC
Fate is a cunning act
It can bring you beautiful things
Yet sometimes leave you feeling attacked!
In a world of no balance between minimal and maximal effort,
I find myself fighting the truth of the matter and the beautified lie!
Wherever I turn, a knife is stuck on someone's back
Leaving them paralyzed and sadly attacked
Fate brings friends together
Teaches them that patience is a virtue
Later strikes and speed!
Fatally, grasping away happiness which was a pursuit
So why believe in fate, when it can bring beautiful things
But it's a cunning act?
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