The red string of fate
The string that upon your asking opens its gates
As a bright light envelopes you
So blinding so bright
As it guides you through the gates of fate
It’s questioning you
It’s judging you in such a formally manner
It’s determining if you are worthy to have a good fate gift by the gods
If you are not worthy you are thrown away
Like an apple you are slowly rotting away dying a slow and painful death
The string…The string of fate…
The string that will determine if you have a good life or not