Fate lurks on each haunting mile.
We sprint from our destined doom.
Twisting roads echo ancient, raw reckoning.
Shadows dance with savage, silent promise.
Fate's path meets each defiant stride.
Midnight winds spit bone and fire.
Iron heart trembles near roaring abyss.
The earth groans under cursed burden.
Unyielding fate lures lost, defiant souls.
Every escape unveils an approaching ghost.
Roads recur with deadly, fated irony.
Destiny stalks where arrows turned back.
We race, we falter, we embrace.
Fate smiles upon our self-made dawn.
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Author:
gray0328 (
Online) - Published: February 20th, 2025 12:58
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Comments1
The idea of fate or destiny is still up for debate and in todays society is taking a back seat. I hate back seat drivers. Fun read my friend
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