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Jul 2016
When the Gods told the child
his story was foretold in the stars,
He marched into the sky that night
and tore the heavens apart.

I'll write my own story.
He said.
And I'll forge my own path.
I don't care what they say,
Destiny be ******.


But then the Gods began to laugh,
And the Fates, they simply kneeled.

Oh child, you foolish thing.
Your fate has just been sealed.


**- You can't escape
  your destiny.
Only trigger it.
Maria Sinoway
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Maria Sinoway
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   Bianca Reyes
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