Stone-set

If fate was not set,
could be twisted and sculpted
if fate was a scale to which one could add weights...

Though we've not yet met,
my destiny is decided
for fate carries his sword upon his shoulder-
 
If fate was not set,
could be twisted and sculpted
if fate was a scale to which one could add weights...
 
I owe no debt,
when I haven't a thing
but fate will take me just the same as the rest-
and lay me to
rest.

 

The End

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