Fate had found me to
wipe me from existence,
it had travelled through
the void to turn me to
ash by its calculated design.

I had survived a hundred
life times, each life time
my memory wiped clean,
I never remember the space in
between, but now there is
no where to hide I have
hiddenfor a hundred life times.

Fate had found me, grappled
its eternal grip around me,
why should you live, but
why should I die. A hundred
life times has this soul lived,
you have burned through
time each a mark in fate has
been cast, for once passed
you live again never do
you cross the divide.

It is not a crime to live again,
my thoughts do not survive,
but only in this hundredth
life time do I remember, the
losses the lies,my regrets as I
have wished loved ones goodbye.

Now you wish to fate me
to turn my soul to ash, never
be reborn never to be anything
again, to long have you not
travelled the divide fate must
be corrected I'm sorry you must die.

I waited for the end, the touch,
for my soul to die, but I was
across the divide with those
who had past my family friends
from those from a hundred life
times, I hadn't died my soul
was just returned to where
it began in the divide..