Fate, they say, is blind;

Those who pass into the ether,

Do so by mortal hand,

Not by wish of fate.

Therefore it seems that

Those who survive

Do so by chance also.

We have seen the work

Of lethal mortals;

Should be gladdened,

Should be gratified,

We are not yet joined

With fate, up in the

Eternal heavens.

The End

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